God,look and tell me what you feel
Do you see my tears are torrents of cleaning fluids accompanying a smile that is burdened with pain so real?

Does my voice resonate like a meaningless trumpet sound or do you unwrap it and decipher what it desperately needs?

I feel my heart is akin to a field infested with pests creeping on my sanity creating a cross pollinated new plantation of despair with relentless weeds of sorrow

You pioneer a guitar with dexterous abilities enveloping our souls with a melancholy melody that perpetualy rubber off our pencilled smiles

This world is a jail with a buffet of treaties that are a luring facade restraining us from seeking trail.

We kowtow to a gospel that replenish our souls with hope yet a masquerading slaver of freedom with malicious deceit like the Trojan horse

Do you reckon l have an armoured heart enclosed in a steal shell of soothing capsules neutralising painful losses?

Why should l not tire from this constant hardship of beating the drums that emit a kind and love gospel from your written revelations,when yours is a treasure chest granted to a few?

Fat hands shining with nourishing lubrications from your eternal rich fountains yet many dry lips are cracked seeking a mere drop to encourage hopeful zeal

You are like an audience cheering a matador coaxing a bull and torturing it repeatedly yet shower him with gifts and wealthy for a cowardly act of inflicting unwarranted pain.

You paint our deteriorating walls with hope when you see the cracks that are deepened with despair and eroding our sanity like a dying heart with a bleeding vein.

You speak of love as a paramount key to preserve a better life....

Do you understand the pain or sorrow we go through or you simply engulf us with a warm blanket of words that swallow the cold but fail to cure the damaged immunity of stronghold that keeps us hoping for betterness?

Why do we suffer and die and go to heaven when it’s within your ability to give it now?

You are like a promised corona pandemic cure that is sought by imprisonment of economic and mental growth generating a nightmarish existence to many,
creating mass distress yet sheltering greed and no curing solutions.

What kind of God is in the office of heavens?

Written by Luis Rupende


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