An Unyielding Plea
A Poetic Lament to a Silent God
God, You told me life is beautiful,
but I see life caught in hunger,
dreams like stars, scattered in the void,
flickering in a space where Your presence
echoes like a distant melody,
all Your smiles submerged in the abyss of poverty.
Perhaps, perhaps, if You listen,
to the cries of a world famished,
like a barren land thirsting for rain,
crashing skies weep, and You will hear
one name — hunger.
Hunger, a shadow that clings
like a shroud to the bones of the living,
a ghost haunting the corners of every street,
its name whispered in the silence of the night,
a relentless tide, washing away hope.
God, You told me life is beautiful,
but beauty seems lost in the chaos,
hidden beneath the weight of empty bowls,
where dreams, like fragile wings,
flutter against the bars of despair.
