Suffering

Singing and mocking is all they do,
Sitting and walking carries on.
See him looking and watching,
Levels of pain are mastered,
As flies are swatted, possessions built,
Ask the oracle of life what he thinks
About the presence of suffering?
He only says the knowledge of theft and crime,
He can never command you in the ways of life
For these commands are enjoyed by angels.

poem by Naveed Akram
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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