Somerica

O Ramadan

O Ramadan O Ramadan can you utter such a words,
in a world of pain that has been hidden in pride,
am I too filthy to say my stomach really hurts,
have my lord not create us equal to the man on my side,
O Ramadan O Ramadan can you remind me again,
of why I forget some suffer more then I,
I do  understand that you speak for those that can't speak of there pain,
just a month compare to year O lord why,
O Ramadan O Ramadan I scream to you,
to show man that they are not alone on this planet,
of those who have too much and see it too little if only they knew,
that weather rich or poor we all end up in same casket,

Comments1

  • Goldfinch60

    Good write and the last two lines are so true.

    • Somerica

      Thanks dude.



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