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Open letter to god

Are you there god?

Are you sure?

What gives life

To all the poor?

When your all good.

Why do we have

So much blood?

When your sat in heaven

Why kill our children?

When your so sublime

Why make life like

A poor mans mime?

If you answer prayer.

Why give cancer

Its ghastly lair?

You’ve lost your touch.

Its all too much.

When there’s so much war.

Why behave like 

An evil whore?

Give us answers.

I dare you to…

do something good.

Without mans hand.

You’re out the band.

Teen Bone cancer

Makes you a chancer.

And…

You have no answer!

◄ Panama a love story. Late 1982.

In his image. ►

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