LORD, WHY?
In the onset of the creation,
Virtuous and beatific people descended upon this world,
Alas! Their journey cut short as they lack treachery.
Lord, why?! They were true servants, why can't they bloom forever.
The flowers withered quickly, the thorny bushes remain green.
Have you made world abode for evil?
Demons nourish day by day, cutting roots of straight trees.
I dare not challenge, thine way of ruling.
Times get disheartened witnessing devils roaming freely
While good ones are becoming extinct.
© Dauda Onawola (NG) and Muzzafar Magray (IN)
In the onset of the creation,
Virtuous and beatific people descended upon this world,
Alas! Their journey cut short as they lack treachery.
Lord, why?! They were true servants, why can't they bloom forever.
The flowers withered quickly, the thorny bushes remain green.
Have you made world abode for evil?
Demons nourish day by day, cutting roots of straight trees.
I dare not challenge, thine way of ruling.
Times get disheartened witnessing devils roaming freely
While good ones are becoming extinct.
© Dauda Onawola (NG) and Muzzafar Magray (IN)
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