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Questions from God
Beautiful gardens here before me
It was yet my power that formed each tree
Blooming flowers in front of my eyes
Grass, sharp blades that touch the skies
Villain, villain, is that you?
Kicking the flowers damp from the dew
Still using words, words that sting
Why do you curse when I taught you to sing?
Beautiful children smile up at night
Praying, trying to hide their fright
As they trust me, why can’t they trust you?
Parents, parents, they’re my gifts to you.
Abuser, abuser, is that you?
I know not what you want to do,
Although you may not be aware,
For you, in their tears, there is nothing there.
this poems has got to be one of my favourites, it really is good
well done =]
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Wow this one is pretty amazing..good job
An uplifting celebration of
God's ultimate creative powers.
A call to trust and build
our dying earthly environment
anew...
It's rhetorical meassge
is striking and simple!
Ugonna
A deep and meaningful poem with points getting across so clear.