For Lack of a TitleA Poem by Alfred Kukitzlacking serenityFor Lack of a Title Lead weights down the title of my mind I have questions but lack answers Stirred by infinity I ask Hitler, Stalin, Pol Pot to kneel before God Did Jesus die for their sins? How do divine hands allow treachery to slip through its hands? Was free will destined for all men? Here we are decades from the top b******s of this century only to discover the killing, maiming and desecration of the human spirit continues I don’t know whether i (small i) can be mad at God. © 2015 Alfred Kukitz |
StatsAuthorAlfred KukitzDeering, NHAboutYes, I'm still here. Just jazzing up my about me story. Sorry I don't die at the end. more..Writing
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