There voices that wish to be,
Heard,
Pitted,
Listened to,
Answered
Wailing loud, thunderously they cry
They bleed from the inside endless
Carrying their painful cup, with
Despire,
Rejection,
Disillusionments,
In prayer for this nightmare to end
And let them visualize the abundance promised
Promised to them “life in abundance”
But never been seen except
War,
Disease,
Poverty and death
These that have seemingly within time
Washed away trust in scriptural writings
Eating away the flesh of the promise
Making life a confusion of doubt
In their belief,
Trust,
Faith,
Of who now to hear them out.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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