Sunday, 2 May 1999

Wait and Pray

With the softness of the sand
trailing through my fingers,
I think about the ocean
and the hidden scream of mourners.

With every splashing wave
one of many souls try to step back,
But with one mere touch of land
are pulled back into the sack.

Sometimes the ocean rebels,
but no one understands.
Sometimes the captives scream and shout,
but no one lends a hand.

Someday when God will take a stand,
the misery might just end.
But who are we to say and judge,
let's wait and pray for amends...

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