Prayer Of A Sufferer Poem by kaunda kapungwe

'i stand firm onto this ground,
restless working, sweating blood now
and then, my foots have turned
black because i always moving on ashy and hot
ground, my black hair is now brown because
i always walk under the burning sun,
my neck is now paining because i always walk
whilst carrying heavy stuff, my hands are now as hard
as a rock because i cant let go this hoe and axe,
my dreams have turned sour
because i always dream of what to eat
the following day, for sure real sufferers never rest.'
lord i humble myself at this moment, please lord
here the humble plea of this sufferer, lord he has no
other way out but through you.hunger is about to
kill him lord.have mercy on him. amen