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To the biggest rock she ran Bare, her tiny feet Tears in dry season God, she wants to meet She stretches our her face To show pain and dismay Waiting, she stays in place As if the wind could take it all away Her voice is cracked She pleads still High and loud With strong will God, Oh God! Of all choices, Did you leave me any? Then why this misery? God, hear me! Oh hear me please! Of all the crimes, Which one was mine? I suffer, and then I cry I teeter, oh tell me why! Your criminal is twice better He pays his yesterday, and I, my future I heard people say - Do good and good you will be - Do bad and it will haunt thee But to those who can neither, nay? You said you planted in a garden Of beauty as a glimpse of Heaven Tell me, you went back on your word? How came your roses in the desert? I'm ill... I'm weak God, why don't you speak? What did I do, That you made peace woe? ... No fair angel, no white wing, No stroke of light hit Finally, God said "You did nothing - I did it." ~~~||~~~ Extract of what I had written for an article on the Human Opportunity Index, which I did not get time to complete. Some people have bad 'luck' following them-- if humans choose to call it so for their own reference-- for no fault of their own. The HOI explains that where you are born can sometimes be a big hindrance to your future development. They should not be looked down upon. Your definition of justice should not necessarily meet that of God.Next time you see someone struggling to survive, even if it be in the wrong way, don't rush to judge. Instead, remember, it could have been you there.
Deep. Beautiful.
