Suffering

Often at night I lie awake

I complain to God

Or question the stars

Who lie their in cosmic bliss

God/stars why is there suffering?

Why did you create this?

Millions suffer

Whether it’s from

War or strife

Or

Disabilities

Or not having anything to live on

Stars in your cosmic bliss

Look down upon this little planet and see

All of the people suffering

Parents sell children

To feed others at home

Westerners toss bread loafs away

While in Ghana, people comb trashcans for a speck of rice

Stars or God, why did you create this suffering?

Who gave you the authority?

Stars or God

Often I lie awake at night and wonder

How did a “perfect world” come to this?