Conditions Poem by Chan Mongol

CONDITIONS
Poet Chan Mongol
December 15 of 2019

Day by day, things are getting very harder;
Can the pain go away sooner with the prayer?
Drops of tears are running out from the weaker;
Those are not colored ink but all are crystal clear.
Body was given only for this hell to only suffer;
But in the heaven, no need of body there!
What good it is if prayers don't work at all to cure?
Without wasting time, eat to stay healthy and pure sure.
Conditions became confusing for preachers and collaborators;
They claim themselves appointees of god but proven liars.
They set up a good business with an unseen commodity;
Our sufferings don't go away but they empower own authority.