The Broadway Play

No lightning will hit No hell fire will consume Profound relief floods me Why suffer? Aren’t we humans? Sometimes happy, sometimes bitter We live and we die No one is included I have no thought of accommodating The life in the future Would it be a relief? Thinking We will meet again Until someone proves me It’s scientifically incorrect I will not waste my energy by hoping It’ll make my sorrow, even sadder I was relieved to be referred back to Lewisham Hospital After a certain nasty procedure Doctor: Religion “There’s no God” I said aloud Nowadays the play of Broadway has changed. It’s playing Sold-Out. Israeli-Arab conflict! You can order for breakfast, lunch and dinner It’s Free The horrific pictures and videos of dead children in Gaza They Don’t even have any rights in Uncle Sam’s Law. 17.07.2014