If there really is a god,
then where was he when my dad was in the hospital,
with stitches in his head.
If there really is a God,
where was he when I sat in the corner,
shaking in fear,
as tears fell.
No one could tell.
If there really is a God,
then where was he when mother was sick,
and unable to walk.
Couldn’t remember her own children,
to even talk.
If there really is a God,
then where was he when my sister was slammed against the wall,
with no one to call.
When she was hit in the side of the head,
and had seizures monthly,
from her own husband,
who abused her nightly,
with no one to tuck the kids in tightly.
If there is a God,
then why do we all suffer?
Why did we all have to see him go?
he had every right to be here as we all are.
Jesse Cope,
always to be remembered,
and to be loved for ever,
never to be forgot.
If there really is a God,
then why are children left to cry,
for some to sit in corners,
shaking in fear,
as tears fall,
and soonly dry up,
the hole world will soon become,
the legend of God.
He who supposedly,
save our lives.
but yet,
all I can remember of the past,
as I’m sure all of u can too,
is misery and pain.
and more to come,
and with no God to pray for,
we are all dead.
Kay Gardner
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/no-god-to-pray-for/
