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!!!