I hear them all
Saying their prayer
Gasping Governance,
Justice,
Sex slave in the desert,
Poor mother selling her infant
For Euthensia.
I thought God's world
Was for blissful living
Where we do our duty
And play with flowers
And Butterflies
Why then
Do I hear
The deafening Prayer
Resonating in the sky and the sea?
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