To laugh, a lot they try—
They who profusely cry
Of sorrow, so severe that still,
It bothers them like the Devil.
Some chant hymns in His praise,
Some with hope this Satan face.
But in the end, they cry again
When It leaves and goes the pain;
They thank God for the justice he did
With tears in eyes, pure and limpid.
They thank God for the hope He, in them, drove,
And eagerly pray for his endless love.

© Enn Kay

Enn Kay

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