Why, God,
I saw a little girl today suffering from a horrible illness.
Why is it that some are burdened with so much more pain?
Why, god,
I saw people today who were kicked out of their homes.
Why is it that some are born more poor?
Why, God,
I live in a world where we are hated or liked for the colors of our skin.
Why is it that we are not born equal?
God answers,
Remember son, we are all burned with her pain,
Not just her, but the all of us.
God answers,
Remember son, we are all born poor,
If they are, then we must surely be, too.
God answers,
Remember, son, I have created all equal,
If you hate one another, you are hating on yourself.
When someone’s in pain, I made you to feel theirs,
So that you may share their burden.
When someone doesn’t have a home, I made you with a heart,
So that you may give them a place.
When you think you are born unequal, look back and see yourself again,
Because I have truly created all equal.
I'm sorry world.
I have been the problem all along.