Song of My Soul
Hungry and naked I went to the privileged
I found men with whiskers
With open head they sent me away
Hungry and sick I went to a Convent
I found women chefs
With paining heart they sent me away
Hungry and wounded I went to a Cathedral
I found men in golden robes
With weeping soul they sent me away
Hungry and a stranger I went to security station
I found men in boots
With empty bruised hand they sent me away
Hungry and lost I went to my Father
I found a resting peace
With divine love and happiness He received me
Copyright © Solomon Ochwo-Oburu | Year Posted 2017
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