Prayer Of The Faithful Poem by Imo Peter

Let the heavens open their ears
And hearken to wailing lamentations
Earth is pregnant of our tears
The sun no longer smiles at us
Neither do stars wave their hands

The earth's urine, nature's free gift
Now at the cost of our life savings
Their supertankers dance on the road
Their Siren convoy mocks our legs
The sun no longer smiles at us
Neither do stars wave their hands

The moon is soaked with our blood
If we do not dance to their beats
Their angry riffles splashed our blood
The sun no longer smiles at us
Neither do stars wave their hands

We are the bakers of their cake
We are the brewers of their wine
Yet, saliva wet our throats
The sun no longer smiles at us
Neither do stars wave their hands

We do not partake in the altar feast
Our sweet sweat swells their tommy
While saliva wet our throats
The sun no longer smiles at us
Neither do stars wave their hands

Deliver us, O heaven we pray
From devil Democratic alters
When their gentle season come again
We pray thee direct our thumbs
Make the sun to smile at us
And the stars to wave their hands