Why the world writes

Dear God...from world again.

  Sorry to bother you, but I come to you again regarding more problems. Humans will never learn. 

More bombing, and another rape case just broke out. When will these humans learn that their own 

body is a temple. Treasure it, not destroy it by ruining someone elses just to feel better about

yours. A massive case on murdering too. Love thyself and love others. Is that not what you said?

A little girl cries again. Her family starves for another month. No money for America and now 

someone wants to declare war. Now I see the true affect of money. Too much power is bad, but

not enough is just not good enough for these people. They're money hungry. Forgetting who makes

them happy the most. You, Lord. I also wanted to tell you how an oil spill came about in the same 

place. It's silly of humans to let the same action occure twice, and in the same spot! Oh my. I get

sick and polluted each and everyday by your creations, Lord. No offense. But also by their own 

creations too.

   I come to you here with the utmost respect issuing the pain that these humans bring to me. 

I know that it just brakes your heart. It pains me to see you like this, but I know some where in  

these humans heart's that they are regretting their actions, and are sorry about others. Oh dear. A 

boy just killed his sister. Another house burned down? Again? I cough some more. Too much

smoke again. 

  Sorry, Lord. When will this struggle have a hault? I, the world, wonder.