At the corner, a girl child from the UK another soft drink she chugged Whilst the girl woman in the Sudan, the heavy *** on head she lugged She walked eight miles, braving ****, to fetch unclean water from the well Whilst in the UK, the girl bought designer clothes to make her feel just swell
God where are the waters of life? To end their strife
At the mall, the boy child ate his third Hershey bar In Malawi the boy man’s stomach had extended too far Malnutrition had sealed his fate
God where is the cereal? To make their lives non-ephemeral
Down under, the son celebrated with family, presents and cake his father’s 100th milestone Whilst in war torn Syria, a son, now orphan buried his young murdered father, in ground without a gravestone
God when will the fighting cease? To give them a chance of peace
Is this God’s confusion? That though we are all made the same, some people their innocence shattered are headed for a terrifying fate whilst others fully satiated and secure, sip their drinks, polish off and request another plate Or does God if he exists not love the weak and oppressed?