WORST CREATION OF GOD

You keep your feet on the ground
and your eyes on the sky,
but you want to jump and so ask dreamer,
“Can I have a parachute?”

Your have your mind on the enemy
and your heart on the trigger,
yet you think and fear killer,
“Oh! Can I shoot?”

You hide the logic in your pockets
and your tricks in your hands,
still you wonder trickster,
“Can I run the show?”

You ask a lie in your questions
and answer the same in truth,
and if you answer a lie you say seeker,
“Is there any truth to know?”

You save your money in a bag
to torch it to ashes,
if you have no money you scream miser,
“What’s there to bag and burn?”

You were gifted a life which you earn in death
you know not how to live,
so you cry stinker,
“Is this why I should run?”

You dream big but then ask for help;
and you say you are the best!
You reach for glory and yet you tremble;
and you say you are the best!
You have a name but you forget yourself;
and you say you are the best!
Your lies feed on truth while you smile;
and you say you are the best!
You whisper money while you scream peace;
and you say you are the best!
Your life stinks with the stink of stink;
and you say you are the best!

You were born as the God’s kid but you grew into a human;
and still you say you are the best!

HA!
How many times will you die?