Questions?
Where was God when the streets turned red,
When prayers went up but came back dead?
Where was love when my parents split,
When home became silence — walls that spit?
Why does Britain preach about freedom’s flag,
While kids sleep cold under cardboard bags?
Why do suits toast wine in Parliament halls,
While the homeless bleed on cathedral walls?
Why is my skin a crime in their eyes?
Why do they fear me, feed me lies?
Why does the news paint devils in brown,
While angels in blue still gun us down?
Where’s the justice in broken homes,
In needles buried in cobblestone?
Where’s the peace in “keep calm and carry on,”
When every dawn feels like a loaded gun?
Why does the devil whisper in debt-choked ears,
And God stay silent through our fears?
Why do we fight for scraps and crumbs,
While billionaires feast on the poor man’s lungs?
Why does love feel like war, like fire, like chains?
Why does hate bloom faster than rain?
Why are we told to forgive, forget —
When the wounds still scream and the blood’s still wet?
And who will answer when the echoes fade,
When children inherit the mess we made?
Who will stand when the world won’t care —
Or are questions the cross we’ll always bear?
Copyright © Sam Russell | Year Posted 2023
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