If there really is a god, <br />then where was he when my dad was in the hospital, <br />with stitches in his head. <br /> <br />If there really is a God, <br />where was he when I sat in the corner, <br />shaking in fear, <br />as tears fell. <br />No one could tell. <br /> <br />If there really is a God, <br />then where was he when mother was sick, <br />and unable to walk. <br />Couldn’t remember her own children, <br />to even talk. <br /> <br />If there really is a God, <br />then where was he when my sister was slammed against the wall, <br />with no one to call. <br />When she was hit in the side of the head, <br />and had seizures monthly, <br />from her own husband, <br />who abused her nightly, <br />with no one to tuck the kids in tightly. <br /> <br />If there is a God, <br />then why do we all suffer? <br />Why did we all have to see him go? <br />he had every right to be here as we all are. <br />Jesse Cope, <br />always to be remembered, <br />and to be loved for ever, <br />never to be forgot. <br /> <br />If there really is a God, <br />then why are children left to cry, <br />for some to sit in corners, <br />shaking in fear, <br />as tears fall, <br />and soonly dry up, <br />the hole world will soon become, <br />the legend of God. <br /> <br />He who supposedly, <br />save our lives. <br />but yet, <br />all I can remember of the past, <br />as I’m sure all of u can too, <br />is misery and pain. <br />and more to come, <br />and with no God to pray for, <br />we are all dead.<br /><br />Kay Gardner<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/no-god-to-pray-for/
