Buried Prayers
Father God whose in heaven.
Deliver me from the wicked ways
Of my wicked heart that beats so rapidly.
See me through my half-dead days full
Of tragedy.
Accompanied by many spiritual casualties.
Remove the premature words of deceptive slurs
That rest in my mouth like cavities.
Unchain me from my life's narrative of:
"This is how it has to be"
Father God deliver me from my sinfully
Altered reality.
Liberate my heart from this land of injustice.
Where folks are so far removed from the truth,
They carry their lies around in a bucket.
A land racially disfigured by politicians
Who make six figures, while pretending to
Care about our existence.
A land where the media has dismantled us, socially.
The land where opportunity is promised
Although most dreams start at "definitely"
and end with "hopefully".
Dear Father in Heaven,
Is this how its supposed to be?
Release me from the cold hard grip of the society.
Where your income determines your survival.
A land where religious leaders who preach,
Proceed to snort cocaine off of the same bible.
Lord have mercy on our souls,
When we attend the trials.
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