The Judge In The Universal Poem by Chaminda Pushpadewa

Who need the blood from the world people
He is chief of hell not console suffered one
Nowadays The world is beautiful and romantics
Not spaces dangerous animal or people the god kindly than past

The god ambition is make nice world but with doctrine
Although somebody hitting and killing holy thing forgetting the humanity
That blind people shouting god escape away
The sun turn to black sea turn to rough wind turn to stormy

The judge in the universal
Suggesting world have worst people than god people
Heaven become empty due to over lord hell
Spring summer autumn equally turn warmth

Although at last step the brutal man turn to tree and mountain
As same as somebody cutting tree in order to make god world
The childish destroyed him by him mother and father
Oh he own to whom god look up the world with puzzle