God Will Intervene

On the top of Table mountain, I am standing. Raising my head, inhaling a deep breath, of fresh air . Enjoying the sun rays on my face, Before I am spreading my wings. I have so much admiration for nature, with all Gods’ splendor. High, green tree tops pointing to the blue sky, While swallows and crows fly gracefully. And underneath, dassies carefree playing. I flap my wings and start to fly. High, high above the mountain and trees. Diving down to the city, Where I see homeless people, roaming the streets. Scratching in bins for something to eat. Tears of sadness falling from my eyes, inside I cry. Because some of us are lost. No more humanity, as long they are rich. They don’t care about the poor and their dignity. I wish at the moment I could help them all, But I know it is impossible. Instead I am folding my wings, praying. God will intervene.