Justice

When I look at the tiny crippled child,
I feel pity.
When I hear of dead men stealing the soul of the wild,
I feel angry.
Lore and belief has it strong that God's justice is supreme,
"How then thou fool? How then of a biased god could thee ever dream?"
They told me.
I looked at their face and asked, which god did I falter?
The hindu one or the muslim?
The history of the whole world, you know, this difference can alter.
In this world the might of swords and gold,
Outweigh the worth of righteous doing.
If you have the precious paper, summer is not hot and winter is no longer cold.
And thus I believe, man is placed,
At the helm of all creatures great and small.
But what good has he done, I wonder,
That makes him stand so tall?
By raping mother nature and slaughtering his own kindred,
If that's the good he is doing,
Then I'm afraid , in this world, evil cannot be hindered.
But who am I to pass a judgement on God and my kin?
My existence, unknown to my own neighbour,my identity lost.
But lo! God's justice is supreme,
And of a biased God you cannot dream.

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