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Our God Is Asleep

As I sit quietly in the vineyard,
Thinking of the accolade of god Christ,
My heart sinks for blessings so myriad,
But I do not know when the clouds shall rise.

The sufferings we face herein under,
And the yearning we have upon the sky,
Are in great measure killing our hopes like thunder,
But in my world there is not a trouble that makes me shy.

Yesterday was a day of mourning,
Tomorrow is yet to come,
But today I cried in the morning,
So my face fades with glum.

I wonder where god can be found,
Because on earth there is no sign of him,
There is only blunder and terrible sound,
Sound of wailing and crumbling so dim.

In the bloody valley of Murkutwo I can hear a child weeping,
As the adversary roams in the light of day,
I expect the tormentors to bulge with whipping,
But the god has shown no face, no hey.

As I feel the plight of a Markweta woman under the cave,
My mind wanders to the bungalow of my senator prier,
The sycophant of the god smiles in the nave,
But his god has no say as the valley hope remains drier.

The valley of death remains wet,
Not with rain, but with blood,
Yet our god wears a face of a pet,
And here our sorrows flood.

This is our world,
A world of endless fights,
Where the god is curled,
And his mate switches off the lights.

Now in darkness we mumble,
Looking for a ray of hope,
The hope they killed with their stumble,
So we remain forever tied, death is our only rope.

Who will deliver us?

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