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Forgotten, Forgiven


He has been forgotten at work

He has been forgotten at school

He has been forgotten from many families

He has become a taboo in this world

 

For the ones who haven’t forgotten,

They live a life of insecurities and fear

They live like hypocrites, not being able to mention Him to anyone

 Not even their closest friends

Because they will stare with icy eyes that criticize

At times they are even forced to forget too, in order to fit this society

 

As for the ones who have forgotten

They see man’s darkest side every day, a darkness that hurts

They see fighting between families over dumb things

They see robbing between neighbors over useless materials

 They see the killing of everyone, even poor little kids

 They see abuses to women from a husband’s hand, filled with rage

 They see insults between best friends, and at times it’s not a simple just kidding

 They see despair in the poor people’s eyes, filled with tears and fears, yet

 They see no mercy, just the bang of a gun

 They see no hope

 

At first they get shocked, but as time slowly goes on

They begin to be indifferent, not caring anymore

Up to the point when they finally get used to it

But not all get used to it and ask

What has happened to this world?

 

This world is like a child

A child who wants to grow up quickly, and do things on his own

A child who at times feels ashamed of his father, and just tries to move on and forget him

A child can make many mistakes while growing up, and disappoint his father in many ways

But no matter what he did, no matter how many times he disappoints and forgets his father

The father always forgives his child

 

This world is a big child, and has a big father

We, believers or non-believers,

And no I don’t mean Justin Bieber

We have forgotten, and done a lot of things we aren’t proud of

But it doesn’t matter because

We may have forgotten, but He has forgiven

Because that’s simply what a father does.

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