A Costly Toll
Should I thank lightning for its fire,
or praise the wind when it's blowing?
For without fire, we'd all expire,
and the wind keeps the air flowing.
Fire demolishes all with ease
and when winds wail, ships oft get tossed.
And nothing can ever appease
the grief felt for a loved one lost.
Should I worship the sun and rain,
are they not worthy of my praise?
Showers bring waters that sustain
us and the sun warms with its rays.
Downpours swell rivers and souls drown,
while deserts bake under the sun.
And floods send houses crashing down,
while droughts kill more than any gun.
In times of war and upheaval,
does God decree the fate of Man?
Should I not blame Him for evil,
isn't it all part of His plan?
Yin-yang, good-bad, is known to all,
stitched in the fabric of our soul.
But when religion makes the call,
faith can levy a costly toll.
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