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Your Failed Crops

Your Failed Crops

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O’ God, your pregnant silence

Has given them enough words

To make this abode

Clamorous to the core!


Your sickening inaction

Has swung them into action,

Often bereft of

Any ethical intention.


Your delayed justice

Has left them enough room

To gather fake evidences

Favoring their unjust action.


Your inconceivable omniscience

Has failed to infuse in them

Any willingness to trace

The beginning of their being.


Your grateful benevolence

Has lamed them so brutally,

Crippled them so horribly,

That they now mistake it

As their rightful allotment.


And, your mysterious inaccessibility

Despite your invisible ubiquity, O’ God,

Seems to have lent them

Some unguarded authority

That has widened the gaping gulf

Between You and them.


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