I Wonder
Sometimes I wonder what the point of it all is
Why are we here?
Some people seem to have the worst of luck
And some are unfairly gifted
But do these people deserve the wealth?
People say that happiness isn't money
But it sure does help
Why did God put us here?
Not all are made equal
Sometimes I wonder
Is he real?
I don't see him anymore
How can it be that He is here?
When all this scum is around?
Ruining what "He" created
No respect toward him
They trick themselves
People think they are kind
It is all a joke
The human kind is a primitive species
But sometimes I wonder
What is the point?
Copyright © Bill Johnson | Year Posted 2010
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