Imagine how sad God is
seeing his children rip
each other apart
limb by limb.
No hesitation in our eyes.
I imagine He cries everyday,
just like me.
Deeply pained by the doings
of the world.
I know He
cries.
Sometimes I question His existence
less than I question the motives of my peers.
Not knowing beginning intentions.
Being afraid of the murderous atmosphere,
wishing to escape.
But we cannot.
Humans cannot, we are cornered by all of
the confusion that comes with
simply
being human.
But I believe
tears are streaming down the aromatic faces,
begging to be saved.
Maybe that's why He
also
cries.