Grumblers And Fighters Poem by Charles Karia

If you really must pick a fight,
Pick it not with God of might,
There are people strong enough,
For both quarrels and fights tough,

I have seen many a stupid man,
Some in deception some in pain,
That ask Almighty daring questions.
Like they'd ask a damsel in streets.

Consider before you take the theme;
Where were you my God that time?
When at me arrows fierly were shot.
Know as for God his ways are perfect.

There are also the haughty godless,
Now audacious under the sting of wines,
Or just to show bravado to a friend,
Swear that the almighty God is dead.

Once the lord shouts touché,
You will regret you famed cliché
For swiftly he acts without a debate.
Then you claim all he has is hate.