Why I Don'T Believe In God
Where is God when innocence
is torn to pieces and shreds?
When in somber they are ripped,
Very cold from their small beds
Who’d you ask to keep them safe?
When all has gone awry?
When all that’s left is passion
pleading not to say goodbye?
Who shall bring you comfort
when the crowd soon fades away?
When all the cards and flowers
loose their color like the day
All that’s left of this small child
is cold stone to mark her spot
Headline reads the telling title
“Help find this missing Tot”
As sadness spills a lonely cry
into her darkened room
Never should walls of butterflies
convey a sense of gloom
You mesh into a rocking chair
that used to help her sleep
A Disney Princess smiles away,
stuffed pony at your feet
You’re begging God for answers
as you slowly close your eyes
Were all the Sunday classes
filled with sentiments and lies?
All the prayers and wishes
That seemed so true, sincere
Weren’t enough to keep her safe
As God slowly disappeared
NEVER assume your children
Are safe when out at play
Evil lurks ‘round corners,
In dark and violent ways
May you never know the day
You cry and plead for more
The evil that I speak about,
He is living right next door
Copyright © Marco Borda | Year Posted 2007
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