Pray
Pray for the widows with dead roses in their hands.
Pray for the refugees; no blankets in the sands.
Pray for the dictator that dares to seize our land.
Pray for the missionary as she helps with heaps of grace.
Doctors without borders offering remedies at fast pace.
Pray for the children separated from their mums.
While their lives are at mercy mislaid with miseries of distress.
Pray to the God all mighty to fix this awful mess.
Bodies left dead from bombings never laid to rest.
Copyright © Jayme Chapin | Year Posted 2021
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