I hope you’re awake.
The world is breaking.
We don’t want comfort
we want peace.
They say you made us.
Then why does hunger
wear your name?
Why do your children
sleep in the cold?
We ask for quiet.
You answer with silence.
We sing to the sky,
but no echo returns.
Did you craft this grief?
The pain we hold?
Or did we give you shape
to carry the blame?
We argue, we fight,
we fall for belief
but no hand lifts us
when we fall.
Your name lives in laws,
in fire,
in war.
If you wrote the book,
why let it burn?
No crown.
No wings.
No final word.
Just hearts breaking
in the dark.
Still, the bombs fall.
The children weep.
The oceans rise.
And hope thins.
Are you still watching,
or did you turn away
before the smoke rose?
I used to pray.
Now I reflect.
If you are real,
then why the silence?
PS:
We need a miracle.
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Charlie Nine (
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- Comment from author about the poem: Copyright Malcolm Gladwin April 2025
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Comments3
Questions that many have as to why a good god would allow things that occur in this world. Nicely said
Great write
Questions why a God would sit and watch so many people suffer, a question many are asking, enjoyed the read
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