Poetry

  “God, Do You Hear?”

 

No one suffers more.

Don’t you hear the people cry?

Living in a world of poverty.

 

God, do you hear,

The cries of your children?

Living without a peaceful home,

Or having enough to eat.

The cries of children, like a howling wolf.

 

God, do you hear,

Prayers from your people?

They need more than they can get.

They cry for help,

With river streams of tears.

I thought we all were children of God.

 

Don’t you care for us, oh Lord?

Show them the mercy, you don’t find on Earth.

The poor, picking up scraps of food,

Like mice running from door to door,

With empty and hallow stomachs.

God, do you hear,

The shouts of your believers?

Praying, and hoping for miracles.

 

God, don’t you see,

Your children dying?

I thought we all were angels under your watchful eyes.

We look up at you and ache to hear your answers,

But our only response,

Is the sound of the whistling wind.