` We Should Live In Allah's Sight Poem by Efe Benjamin

At the hour of dim night light
The gloom of a lacking father, of mother
And children reeling in hunger, and anger
The clarion call of pious worshippers
Vividly heard also from the background
May we live in Allah's sight;
His world and love always tickles
In my mind, confounded.
Outside the banking gates, beggars
Lurk around
Begging always for the helping hand.
The woman with disease, bedridden in pains
With only hope to die sooner than tomorrow.
Its a world of love, religion and God
We live in His sight, and mercy
His kingdom and world is without ending
But ours come and go like weather
When I sleep, in wonder, I ponder
Will it ever get better?