A Frustrated Soul at Prayer
A Frustrated soul at Prayer
By Anuma Maxwell
Dear God, when will this end?
We keep praying for daily bread
In a country that wants us dead
We are milked dry and are fed
With doses of sufferings till we bled
An hopeless future lays ahead
The oils of burden anoints our head
To the slaughter slab we are led
Our lives are battered, no means to mend
Sufferings and hopelessness in our lives are paired
Dear God, hope and bright future we want to wed
So that our lives would be stew red
So shall it be as I have said
Amen! Amen!! Amen!!!
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