The
Complaint
Why do
you drive stakes thru’ my soul?
Shred my
emotions until never again whole
Play with
lives as if they’re pinball
Extract
what you want until torment is all
Do you
see this and remain silent?
I’ve no
thoughts for my mind is vacant
How can
reason intrude?
When
there’s so much in this world that’s distressful and crude
So my
complaints are chaff in the wind
It brings
sounds of crying and dying that anguish the mind
Sickness
and starvation see the wretched children die
Do you
cast fate into a sacrificial caste?
There’re
no answers from a silent sky
There’re
many who pretend to hear and send desperate minds awry
But
reality exists regardless of whim or want
We’re
dealt cards and praying for a joker is the silent wish we chant
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