Done yet?

Are you done yet God?
        Are you?
Trust this world is a mess.
             Waiting for spare change...
Sidewalks glance, pity poor.
         Rise up daughter,
Are you done yet?
          Swords are crossing between brothers.
Still.
           Be still.
The fight is not flight...
        Stand.
Walls built fortress, mighty.
        Poor is leading, give rights.
Tumble empirically back swords cross.
         Find My lost. My last.
Name Carries Wait.
         Suffer dis ease, ravaged.
Put this on the record.
           Make him believe...
Scream on knees.
           Them all.
Slaves empirically Kings.
        Sham sons?
Believe.