They say god is our father
But I have never seen him before
For he lives in heaven
A place not for the living
But I on earth
The place of my birth
I don't have is address
But I keep sending him messages
Does he receive them
I keep calling him
But he never answers
Neither do I have his picture
How do I describe my father
Ignorant or an arrogant father
Because whiles he lives up there
And his children dying of poverty
And our life full of mystery
We are feed with child labour
So if he is our father
Why then must we
his children suffer
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