A Prayer Poem by Lewis DaLyricist

A prayer. #Poetic-prayer

Dear lord our provider
and saviour,
I'd like to pray to all those
street kids
Who live for hustle,
And Sleep under the bridge
for a better living,
I pray
to all those who left their dreams
because of failure,
I do pray for those
who searched they dreams on
the internet,
and never find them,
I pray for all the orphans
who go to bed
with empty stomachs.

I pray to all the innocent
souls
who played their part
in building the future of all
the students out there.
Growing up I was told,
'A candle burns itself
to give others light',
Why? , Because God
love us all.

I pray for every Matric
student out there in Africa,
In preparation for the battle,
Against the dragon named Algebra
For all years they've trained for this day,
Brains filled with
strategic battle plans,
I pray for those
entire armies that have been lost,
In the dangerous search
for the elusive variable called X.
I pray for those innocent
poor students,
While numbers kept running
non-stop in one's head
of each student,
Tricking the knights
and mocking their smart calculators,
Confident in their unanswerable status.

I pray for my dream chasers
and my dream changers,
I send this prayer to
all my school drop-outs.
I'm talking about those
who searched for their dreams on
Google.
And For those who sent a request
to their God
and accepted/approved their dreams on Facebook.
the ones who followed their dreams on Twitter.
I mean those who pictured
and imagined their dreams on
Instagram.
And For those who kept uploading
their dreams on YouTubers
and Vuclipers.
I pray for those who
texted and posted their dream's status on Whatsapp.
I mean those who've received
an exciting message for their dreams on E-mail.

This one's for my 'failures' and School 'dropouts',
For my unemployed graduates,
My shop assistants,
Cleaners and cashiers with bigger dreams,
My self-employed entrepreneurs,
My world-changers
and my dream-chasers!
I pray for my innocent soldiers who've died in the name of peace.

I pray for all the construction workers
and miners,
Who left their homes to try a better
living,
And get less payment
after all the sweat,
and hardworking.

I pray for those who suffer
from suicidal thinkings,
To all tears of despair
That have been blinded by its sight,
and felt like losing the fight.
I pray to all
Mental disturbance that have coloured
each heart-beat
with shame.
I pray to all
Mental disturbance that
have turned a heart back to stone,
Creating memories alone unto
innocent heads,
Holding them hostage as they lie in bed.

As you are reading
prayer,
make it your daily prayer,
And go out there,
Show the world what material
you were made of.

In the name of our
master,
Our Prince of peace
I pray......

Amen! .

[Father God Please Bless Africa]

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By Lewis DaLyricist