Heal the World
Heal the world!
Heal the world!
Heal the world!
How many times shall I raised my voice saying "heal the world?"
Great Doctors and Scientists all fall along the way,
What happens to the righteous and conquerors in faith?
Will we sit and allow pandemics like Covid-19 to treat us like slaves?
Will we be happily excavating our son's and daughters' graves?
I guess,
It's a mistake!
Diclofenac Potassium tablets resist our throats,
From malaria to the soul's throat,
Which sort of problem is this?
God need to interfere,
Or the Globe shall turn poor.
My outward is great,
But inward is dirty
Shall I put thee to the wall
Before you hear my request,
Or shall I judge you
Before you put thy ears?
Heal the world!
Heal the world!
Heal the world!
Shall I worship gloves instead of your words?
Shall I wash my hands
Before reading through your scriptures?
Arise in anger,
And remove this plaque from among us.
Copyright © Gabriel S. Weah | Year Posted 2021
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