Why Me, Lord?


Why me, Lord?

Why me?

Why do I have this warm home?

Why me?

Why is my stomach full,

my water clean?

Why oh why?   Me, Lord?


Why are my dreams filled with




Instead of



at least?


Why me, Lord?


to move


and think?


Why me Lord?

the luxury of dreams

The richness of possibilities

The future wrapped as presents


Why must I suffer?

this seductive “I” ness?

that uplifts me

and elevates my dreams

while snuffing out theirs?

that ignores connectivity

and their suffering

…..For me.….For my.…..For mine?


Repeat , repeat, repeat, repeatedly suffering, Lord?


Until the hollowness and emptiness echos

within the sterility of my self-built walls

shut out from the rest of humanity.


Why me?

Not               you?

Not                               them?

Not                                               us?



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