A supplication.

I pray that my words do not fall on deaf ears.

A protester raises a clenched fist in front of a burning building in Minneapolis. (AFP Photo)

Oh Lord, hear my prayer.
We are dying in the streets
And it seems as if no one cares.
By bullet, poverty, and virus.
There is no justice in this air.

Oh Lord, hear my plea.
All I want for my people is life.
To breathe without fear.
To love, to laugh, to thrive.
To simply be free.

Oh Lord, hear my cry.
The world around us is bleak.
It is getting harder to fight this darkness.
If joy comes in the morning,
Then we are still waiting for the sun to rise.