"Voices"

The cry of the masses
shows on a lot of faces:
their days and nights,
struggles and fights;
no jobs, the system is broken
so many dreams have been stolen.
I wonder how a lot of people make it -
sometimes our smiles hide it;
their pains and fears
with its accompanying tears.

Oh God
this is beyond bad -
it seems as an endless crucible -
the fact that so many have to walk
this fire of coal-like earth bear footed
leaving far too many wounded:
they hurt, cry and talk -
hoping against hope all will end in a twinkle -
perhaps at the end of their tunnel
will be a beam of light -
sadly many have passed with no hope in sight
their souls are intoxicated with grieve.

Lord, we pray
quickly come else we go astray -
heal our land for we are frail
pardon our million mistakes
for thy name sakes
make us the head and not the tail
and cause your rain
to drench our land and wash the stain
then we shall sing hallelujah
through our dance and prayer.

Source: cmcghana.blogspot.com/Crabbe Nathaniel.