The sun glazes over the rooftops,
Baking the ground into stone,
The dried up leaves called houses,
Makes me feel so alone.
Begging children are hoping,
For a crumb to eat,
My heart is breaking,
At the dying, starving screams.
Ashen face and pale is written,
And shows on their bony bodies,
I know God really wants to,
Reach out and save them from suffering.
I sometimes ponder this question,
Why doesn’t He?
Save them from this misery,
But His ways are not for me.
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