Sonnet: God Is Ever Patient

The way, the world goes on seems so tragic; The unborn murdered in their home - the womb; God's patient still, His wrath deferred, magic, While evil spirits comb the earth and roam. The youth is free to do as per its thought; The plight of elders stays without much care; Professional ethics remain a rot; How power-monger politicians dare! When Nature's furies happen in some way, The people's sanity returns somehow; God watches human beings every day, And holds His rod, because of immense love. Man's heinous crimes and sins offend God's heart; God holds His anger till date for His part.