What kind of world He made
Where we kill our own
Why must a price be paid
Such that our kids are never grown
Are we paying for a collective sin so great
That one must fear his own brother
Are we stuck to His plan of Fate
That some will never feel tha love of another
i reallyr eally really like this one. i like meaing behind it. it's so true i mean if this world is such a great creation then why is everything so messed up? i dunno but great poem.