Why is that?

our memories wash easily
leaving bones stoking to find God.
with sins that dampen heavily
walls of knowledge, temple of mud?

limbo our suffrage
and hell of those condemned.
heaven lies to those caveat
conscience stealing glances of peaceful clouds?

question in need of an answer,
God sees, knows hereafter,
he’s one lazy candor,
doesn’t know what men are?

Ruddapoet