We live,
we laugh,
love for if no reason.
We cast ourselves upon a plate,
of evil thoughts of treason.
We do not bow,
we do not pray,
we do not ask forgiveness.
We stand has if were always right,
for all the things we feel inside.
We seem not to want to change,
we seem always proud.
We want has all this world to be,
exactly what we are to we.
And GOD cries...
saint cynosure ( Ken Bennight )
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/god-cries-2/
