The ride

The ride

God, sometimes I don't feel you are on our side.
I realize that you tried,
Was it a matter of pride when you decide
to apply the divide between a man and his bride.

It was beautiful that you made the endless sky
and that you provide the oceans tied,
but why would you make the mothers cry
as they watch their babies die?
Why would you give us language as a guide
but then slide in the ability to lie?

I do not mean to brush aside,
all the things that you provide,
you see this feeling will not subside
that you have given us freedom implied,
however still our hands are tied,
for although everything is within your eyes
we cannot deny that by your hand we collide,
So I wonder why you would sit beside and allow genocide.
We would apply the tools you supply
to destroy anyone distant or nearby.

You have given us the power inside
to open our mind wide
and with our beauty of arts and music we stride.
Still we find we collide with judgments that bind
the beauties and follies of mankind.

It is true that you supplied and have provided
us with everything we need worldwide,
please don't think we don't appreciate our prayer,
but when we confide do you hear?
Or do you hide and not care?

Did you forget about us? Where we left behind?
Are you def and blind? Or do you just not mind that you have designed
something that could be refined
however is still inclined towards the dark corners of the mind.
You see we plea to be free from this insanity and negativity,
we are at your mercy.
If you do not like what you see and find in mankind,
will you just once again
bury us in the mud of a flood with high tide?

We live in fear that you are not there.
If we are your design, it would be fair that as our guide
please reminded us, with this pain that resides,
can be too much to bear, so is there a plan?
Or are we just along for the ride?