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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