Our prayers
*OUR PRAYER* On our knees O God we pray That our days be devoid of anguish, That our moons be ripe with harvest, That our skies know no grief. These are our prayers. That upon our land shall be A boundless growth, With a bumper harvest, To replace our retrogression. That’s our prayer! That our cradle of consolation, Shall erase scowls off our faces; Erase deafening voices of hatred and clans of injustice And kiss our hearts with unruffled peace. That’s our prayer… That the Midas of our fate will
