Father, tell me the truth...
since you created all people in your image and likeness.,
You inspire the young with creativity and love...
than we, the people, with your untouched hand.,
Are we obliged to suffer such torments from the swords of your creatures?
We also live, laugh and grieve like them.
There's a red essence oozing in our veins, too.,
There's a skeleton under our flesh, too.,
And in the sternum, as in children of two, there is also a heartbeat.
What are we guilty of in our existence, tell us Father.








