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Apr 2016
Cruel , you ripped us from paradise.
You were supposed to nurture us,
You were supposed to love and protect us.
Why?.
We fell in your arms,
We gave our hearts and we followed you.
Why?.
You have forsaken us,
Why?.
You have allowed our innocent to be corrupted.
You have thrown objects toward us,
You have dug hole's for us to fall in,
Why?.
Why life , why have you done this.
I broke but I stood again.
Help the others who broke but are still broken.
Why?.
Why do you not speak ?,
Why do you still ask for our defeat ?.
You call us your children but a mother never harms her children,
You tell us we must grow but you push the innocent  toward the darkness of this world.
Why?.
Why?
WHY!?.
Are you not like me sick to the core of whatever soul is left of watching people break and fall towards the darkness.
Are you not sick of the wicked ?.
Why?.
Do I fight alone ?
Do I stand alone ?
Why do you not empower me ?
Why do you not support me in saving the broken ?
Why do you not give me the power to cure the wicked in the innocent ?.
You taught me in the midst of darkness I must be the light but you try to dim that which shines bright ?.
Has the millions of years since he created you corrupted your purpose ?
Has the wickedness of the innocent consumed you ?
Why life have you created a barren waste land for us to squander like rodents while the wickedness of the innocent prevail ?
Yet again you are silent.
But I shall burn bright. The last torch to guide human life and save that which has not yet died. I shall break the wicked of the innocent.
Written by
Muhammed Amir Shaik  20/M/south africa
(20/M/south africa)   
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