by L.G.Kamnqa
Is like a house with no roof
Nor doors or windows closing-
out the winds of evil;
That ruptures and distracting-
the temple of God combarkmarously
Leaving out the copse with no soul
Nor strength of fighting wars
wars that covers every inch of this world
Giving a man no opportunity to breathe
Compressing our heads down the ground
But the living God is merciful
And can pull every man’s heart-
out of turbid situations; only if !
he believes to him as a savior
And prevent living, walking unconsciously
As we turn to forget what we live for
And deny the good will in our hearts
To serve with the vision God created
And so we are not faithful, with no honour
Nor respect for what he created us for
