The Prayer

Sometimes i wish it would have been better if the world was how the man up the ladder meant it to be;

And not how our corrupted minds intended it to be.

I wish the ancestors hadn't plucked that godforsaken fruit;

And brought onto us this storm of misery and feud.

Who knew the bite of wisdom would come at such a price;

We ourselves destroyed our future to the words of the vice.

But we cannot ever blame;

'Cause its human nature not to be tamed.

God's words didnt matter then, nor do they matter today;

We need angel to make us believe it is true what they say.

The unquestionable(?) power of god coudnt hold back the will of man;

But then why didnt our so called faith stop us, is what i dont understand.

You were supposed to be omnipresent & guide us dear lord;

You say we failed you,but i say u failed us ‘cus you struck the wrong chord.

I do no mean to offend the great one;

Just ask u a simple question-"what have we ever done ?"

To deserve this pain & plight;

To endure the dilemma between wrong & right.

If words like life, destiny, fate are the answers to my question;

Then i think i'm answerable to none, i dont need to make any confessions.

In the times of despair & hate;

The books say, the almighty dosent leave his creation to fate.

Then let me see it, let me see the light;

Let your arms be wide & accept us despite.

Our FAULTS & TAUNTS;

Standing on the edge ready to fall,

Its time you in debt us again & honor the call !