you sit there,
broken-hearted God,
your head in your hands
and tears running down your cheeks
as you wonder (once again)
why we only care
for the brokenness of the world
when the hostilities break out,
we only notice the kids
slipping deeper into poverty
as they hide behind their parents
seeking food and shelter at night,
we only look up for you
when we realize we have screwed
things up so much, we need help
we would never ask for
in a million years.
(c) 2023 Thom M. Shuman
Venmo: @Thom-Shuman
No comments:
Post a Comment