Food Of Babes Poem by Rustiq Joy

A million sunrises;
A million sundowns;
You are still here with me.
One thing I ask for,
One thing I beg for.
No answer.
I huff and I blow and I plead.

A million sins;
A million mercies
Renewed everyday.
Still I have not received what I asked for.
I don't want hear anything else you have to say.

A million blessings;
A million curses,
Consumed by your holy flames.
Still I rail and heave,
And pout and plead
For the one thing I didn't get today.

Lord what will you do about this little worm
Who still feeds on the food of babes?
Lord what will you do about this warrior girl
Who refuses to fight?
She still loves you.