PRAYER (Sickman Inc.)
This is a prayer that we make
To victims to be in the wake
Pushing, pulling, pulses racing
Sweaty crying, there's no denying
Lost in a world, full of hatred
Nothing to feel....only pain.
Every hour hundreds of children run homeless
Scores of villages are razed to the ground
Pilgrims are assaulted, idols burnt
All in the name of his holiness.
While the ships go flocking out
And the kittens go marching in
Winter birds fly northwards
And faith breeds in all the wrong places....
The sun sets in the wrong heaven
The sea lies motionless in the sand
In despair of one race
One hope, one joy
Which no faith can heal
No religion can conceal
Until all be down to dust
Amen
