The Cry Of The Saints Poem by Didith Marcelo

Oh, my people may walk in upright
Brought the heart of a pure, it's the cry of heaven saints.
When the Leaders' lead, I saw schemes, down the aisle; in between good and bad, set ambitious desire to brush-off ones righteous in position, because of its greed.

I saw how love moves a life, a dying heart closed to perdition, still sought hope and prevails the faith. When mother taught me about life, I came to take the path and learned. Keeping my family, valuing the law, when decisions deducted the fact, life will be in a lack.

Oh my man and guardians avoid the flaws, no! No one can deny the law, oh no one can turn the truth in its town and origin, that man and guardians are both not perfect.

Soliloquy me, a heart's desire... to the ones who seated in that throne, fingers of power point out the evil, rebuke; reprimanding the such names, Bad, "Evil do not disturb."

Let us hope for real, not just a mere fact of your mouth.
Let's do what WE can, instead to give a blame remark!
Let's see what are the other ways, instead to be a burden and takes time to be a babbler!
No one likes it to be in a situation where suffers and damage are served.

Let us be kind and love one another, keeping the peace and care to share, even a single prayer is a great deed to be given. Because only The Lord God Almighty can judge, and has the power to control, to be led by His will is a real big deal.