On earth, life’s imperfection
At its worse
Whoever said that it would be best?
Whatever God allows there’s a reason
Greater than minds can bear
Wider than anywhere
If suffering should come
It won’t fall on plants and trees
Mountains nor bees
But as it pleases
It falls on these-lesser beings
Life’s imperfect, I tell you
It feeds the rich, kills the poor
Turn the motherless into fiend,
God please take control of life!
Written in the early 2000s
MBM-Tine Brice
Martine Brice 