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Impoverished Nations

For many generations Impoverished nations Gather around On dusty ground To wait and lament On a vain life spent Scrounging for food And praying for good But feeling left Bereaved and bereft They fuss and they fret For they feel they don’t get But looking around On sun hallowed ground They could see the wheat Of heavenly meat Lying in piles For miles upon miles But they look at their noses In religious poses Missing the sight Of a loving God’s might

Copyright © | Year Posted 2014




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