Dear GOD,
We know nothing is perfect in this world
And many things can never be equal
Except, when you created day and night,
Birth and death, and symbiosis
But then - in the struggles that we face
We are crushed many times
We bleed, green and red; bones of the earth
Give justice, Lord to deserving warriors
Be mercy and honor, for the poor and oppressed
Your rainbow will carry our real weights
And we will cry, no more.
We love you, dear GOD.
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