the pain of the world

The pain of the world
We are like skeletons in the museums displayed
By the suffering that has plagued us.
Oh lord let Death take us away from this wicked world
poverty has become the lullaby that we sing every night.
If life it's a promise,
I rather be the picture painted,
I hate seeing myself drowning in the pain of this world ,
Starving has become the language of the day ,
I'm the smile,
As i walk through these streets!
Do not let me die in hunger.
We  are our own parents?
Where is the womb of our flesh?
Where are the graves to testify that We had parents?
Why do lamentations salute to us(me)?
For our ribs are like stretch
As poverty makes us older than our age.
Some would say we are the leaders of tomorrow.
But if our present looks this way,
Tell  us! How
And why
What does our future hold?
As our heart drips with stream of oceans of pain
We are like leaves in the air,
That can be taken away by a strong wind.
Designed by hunger and thirst.
If you ask us why we look this way,
We would tell you the world reformed us;
For this is not how we're meant to be.
But who are we to question gods plan
To change the hands of time,
And reverse these pains and agony.
Who are we to question our fate and destiny
For betraying our trust and hope.
We are nothing but clays
In the hand of the Potter.
And if these be the shapes He wishes
To mould us into;
We prayed all nights;
When shall our prayers
Be the building block of life?
Why our faces are the mother's deal of sorrow?
When shall joy welcome to us?
we are living just to die if it's not by the sword of our own brother
then it's by the sword of nature as we
cry out in pain
In the touch of your faded memory
they tell us You can't leave today so as we are told
You can’t
I know you will never return
cause No one is waiting for us.
Your face is the color of the mind
The mind is drawn to the
border of the chest
When the eye rain again with tears of pain
Silently our face is washed away.
Feelings cry out in pain
In the touch of fading pain
Written by kvg owen