Dear God

Remember a few good things I've done...
I've had faith in you in my worst moments, loved
your vision of the world much more than I know,
wanted justice passionately
but only found political or social correctness,
remember that I love you well Lord,
that I've been with you.

Sooner or later,
everything is negotiated in this world...
there is nothing holy, nothing
which deserves respect,
everything is negotiated.

People die and it's made political,
it's made a part of the fight,
no one even remembers the person who died,
there is nothing holy in this world.

Loudly I complain
that this world is cursed...
loudly I complain
that death is soon come.

remember a few good things I've done
do not curse me so.