SONNET IV

When I resist, you call me criminal
When I inquire, you silence my voice
When I suffer, you blame my choices
But when I choose, I have no choice

I turn to God, I turn to nature
You destroy nature and laugh at me
You say there’s no such thing as God
All this is… because it had to be

There’s no truth, there’s no voice
There’s no justice and no choice
Nature’s dead and so is the rest
There’s no god; to you I request

Tell me why these shocks are there?
Why is life an electric chair?