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.
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