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THE DELUGE
I have read about the Deluge of old,
How the evil and bad met their end,
How the good were saved in Noah's Ark,
How for days and nights it rained.
I have read about the deluge of my day,
In a land where the faithful five times pray,
Where the devout and pious have lost homes,
What is their sin that caused such fray.
I saw a maiden in her beauteous form,
Wringing her hands while facing the storm,
So innocently helpless did she look,
For what fault is she facing heavenly scorn.
I saw an infant she was trying to save,
From the terrible lashing of an angry wave,
I saw her father, unable to move,
My questions at Divine Wisdom grew.
The rich and powerful are those who sin,
Why then should the poor implore Him,
He Who knows the secret of hearts,
Why is he allowing this confusing din?
