Sad Rage the Fourth Part

My lord, is there no justice in your holly land!! I want to get it from you today. Is it fair the poor boy; tell me is it your glory? His innocent heart the beam of the diamond why is fade, why complled down to lay?? What the sin he done, in that heat, your heart is hot!! Worn-out life he has leading, why wars to live shought?? Where is the childhood, in which law, you hit the arrow!! Is it your generous rule, will I tie your tale which lays in your eye brow? Is there no pity in your heart oh God! Are you blind? You wish to live in the rich home, not there where the poor are!! You wish the poor shall lie in stale rice, in such peace thy and in your creazy desire, they would only cry!! This globe is surprising, in your desire, you give life in one world, and one is caught as a slave! In this worn out world, in the land of poor, you never look how could I keep you in my heart and soul, what the initiative may I took!!