I wonder

I wonder if its just shades of gray
Or maybe, just black and white
How can a king give his Thorne
To a court jester just laughs
But never sheds a tear
As we surrounded by tyranny
Father sky how can we pray
If its means the end
I wonder if we can accept what happens
To those of us who believe
We wonder in faith
Is there hope.
We pray
you'll Save us.
Without wondering.

Reviews

[Arundass TP]

Excellent writing. It's an awesome piece in relationship with sociological thought.

[Mauricio Montoya]

Well ur not to bad yourself, thank you for sharing to make us better writers. Take care

[Arundass TP]

Welcome friend 😊

[Mirror]

When I read this poem I thought of government or leadership. Compare to the African leadership...politicians are our court jesters.

Your poem relates to me in deep level. For we are surrounded by tyranny, Father sky how can we pray...?

Thank you for writing this. Somewhere in the world, your writing is someone's voice. Keep writing!

[Mirror]

When I read this poem I thought of government or leadership. Compare to the African leadership...politicians are our court jesters.

Your poem relates to me in deep level. For we are surrounded by tyranny, Father sky how can we pray...?

Thank you for writing this. Somewhere in the world, your writing is someone's voice. Keep writing!

[Mauricio Montoya]

Yes is us people and the politicians who.plays while we're surrounded by war. Thank you for sharing your thoughts.