without me crying and mourn,
i pray humbly to you.. God,
to save me from this treacherous lot.
They preach kindness,
but they practice it not.
They ask for peace,
but war is what they sought.
They sing for love,
but to love back they won't.
They kill their brothers,
to unite as one they don't.
oh, the Most Merciful!
let go of my hands never,
save me from all these Fools,
save me today --and forever.
writer's note: the poet wrote this when she felt that the world is a big hipocricy and not less than a contradiction. nobody else is better at keeping the world and the people at bay than Him. and because of that, she communicated with Him in the hopes that the world would be a better place, at least, before it ends once and for all.
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