God's Politics

Tears of love filled in the desperate eyes,

Fears spread in the colourless dyes,

Years spent with bootless cries,

But no one approached to the little man's worries.

How can there be light when there's darkness around?

How can there be strength when there's weakness aground?

How can there be a Cupid when there's Eros's loathe bloodhound?

How can there be whites when there's black underground?

How can one be moneyed when there's necessitous chapter unbound?

Only the one who created the creators

Of this selfish prides of improprieties

Is chargeable for these inquest,

Thus I believe in God's politics.