Why does my Blood have to Flow?

Tell me,

oh, tell me lord.

What is it worth, to make the blood flow?

What strife is worth thine time,

wretched men

why must we breathe?

Sovereign here.

Kind Lord,

oh do tell me so,

why does my blood have to flow?

When I live so wretchedly so.

Scum, and scullery

I do bid my time.

Why, when my soul is starving.

I seek thy light,

why are stars so truelly bright.

Art they thine eyes Lord,

that so

reverently 

gaze into mine?

Lord, do please see here 

my mother is kind,

yes, she had done wrongdoings sir,

but, might you please forgive her.

I am not so pristine as thee,

my heart not as pure.

But my soul has forgiven her.

God and Lord bless her.

Please wrap her in your arms,

whence why does my wretched blood flow.

Give her a caress my dear Father,

she hasn’t a husband,

and as the blood trickles from her lungs,

and slowly death steals her breath.

Forgive her father,

please.

Why, does thy and man’s blood must flow?

Author's Note

Inspired by a play I was watching, it was really sad. ):

Reviews

[.......]

WOW this is so sad but yet so powerful.
SO very nicely written and expressed.
also thanx for your review.

[Bubo]

Very old style and feel to this, and such sadness, pleading for understanding, why does God allow suffering? Very well written.

[emona]

thats powerful ^^