once upon a time

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Okay, Okay, picture this, you are working
People are talking and mentioning this mythical
Bloke saying, he is good, he is kind, he knows what
He is doing and you, tending a dying child look askance
And wonder, can they not see before their very eyes, that
This mythical figure they adore doesn’t give a damn.

A child has just died in my arms, am I supposed to thank
This mythical figure they all exhort when in pain. All I can
See is another innocent gone from this world.
My despair is of hopelessness.
So many months I looked after many such as he or she..

Yet this mythical figure
These people adore, I abhor.
How can a benevolent guy let a child die.

Now I have an eejit imploring me,
Telling me, God knows what he is doing.
Okay so do I and if that mythical figure
was about. A good kick up the arse
Is where I would start.

Do not talk to me about your mythical God.
Hold a dying child in your arms
Then implore his pity.
You’ll see he doesn’t give a damn.

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