Does God really care about our being fed?
When will wars and sufferings ever end?
Please, when will they end, for now I’m so scared?
And what becomes of my soul when I’m dead?
Will tearful files march me to be buried
For maggots to flourish on me instead
Or certainly there is hope for the dead?
And how can I ever pray to be heard?
Should I go to church or to forest end
Or should murmur my thoughts or be loud
To surely find happiness at the end?
For all these are the questions in my head;
I don’t know if you bear these thoughts instead.