Is there anything still sacred in the world?

You laugh at my God.

Can you respect instead?

I laugh at your food.

Can I respect instead?

We laugh at your child.

Can you respect instead?

They laugh at us.

I am upset. I asked them not to.

I am fearful. It is too much hate.

I can't control anymore.

It hurts. It burns.

I shout for help,

But you laugh and I can't hear my God,

But you laugh, and I can't hear my child

But you laugh, and I can't taste my food.

I cry, I shout, I feel the pain, I shiver and suffer and I can't, I can't, I can't control

I don't feel anything anymore, but your laugh.

And I am scared and I am lost and I am alone.

But words come from far and they ease my pain.

I didn't know. I am sorry. I love you.

Who is that?

She is my God! He is my child! It is my food!

And I see it all comes from you.

You asked in the beginning is there anything still sacred in the world?

My answer is yes, to listen.

I love you too.