So Blind

They say this life is made by god, but does he, choose who deserve to live?
What’s the thing that doesn’t let him see everything that’s going on?
Can’t he see the crowd asking for a piece of something to be fed?
Sometimes I wonder
Is god so blind?
There is a coin
Shaped like a cross
Many times when people seems to wake from the sleep and the impassive endless
tale
But the prophets keep their will strong and repeat their mantras on and on
The invisible man, the invisible hand, with the invisible help
Sometimes I wonder
Is god so blind?
There is a coin
Shaped like a cross
And we can see people starving there must be other way And we can see people
starving there must be other way And we can see people starving there must be
other way