Poetry by Rowan Evans

Author’s Note

God, Explain came from that raw, restless place we all visit when the world feels unbearably unfair. It’s a lament, a scream into the void, asking why those who give, who love, who try to make life better for others, often feel left behind, while the greedy and selfish seem to thrive.

This poem isn’t just about faith or religion—it’s about justice, morality, and the frustration of seeing inequity everywhere. It’s about holding hope in one hand and despair in the other, demanding answers when the silence is deafening.

I wanted the language to feel immediate, confessional, and unpolished—because sometimes the heart cannot dress its pain in elegance. God, Explain is my questioning, my pleading, my refusal to stay silent when the imbalance of the world feels unbearable.

It’s for anyone who has ever looked at the world and wondered, why?

God, Explain
Poetry by Rowan Evans

Everybody wants to get rich—
me? I just want to fucking live.
To survive, to thrive,
to reach out my hands—
to help those in need.

So I ask—

God, if you’re real,
why don’t you move?
Why don’t you open the doors
I’ve been pounding on?
Line my pockets with gold
not for me, not for pride,
but for the ones
who need it most.

And yet…

The hateful, the cruel, the greedy—
they always have it.
Always.
Money in their pockets,
power in their hands,
while the good ones
starve in the dark.

I don’t get it.
I can’t make sense of it.
Even as I speak to you,
even as I pray,
my heart sinks.

Why is it always the greedy?
The selfish?
Those who ignore the needy,
yet wrap themselves
in your name?

Can you explain that to me?
Can you explain why I—
who only want to give,
who only want to see people rise—
get left behind?

I don’t believe.
I don’t believe in fairness,
in justice,
in you.
And I scream it
because I can’t be silent anymore.
I need to know.
Why?

You can find more of my work in the full archive—[here]—in the Library of Ashes.