Do the beautiful singing angels
Out-sound the sorrowful cries
And loud painful screams
Of babies, women, and foreigners
Who are getting abused and killed daily

Do the angelic heavenly massages
Make it hard for you to compassionately feel
The pain and agony of young women
Who are getting raped, abused, and killed daily

Does heaven’s brilliant brightness
Blind you to the world’s ugly sufferings
Or does its gold, riches, perfection, and holiness
Make you forget your poor people’s poverty

Or could it be, that our tiny little prayers
Will never be able to truly compete with
The forever holy and Almighty praise
Of your Almighty angels, elders, and creatures
Who are fully committed to serving you

After all, aren’t we just a failed experiment
Whose world you’ve turned footstool