Our father, who art in heaven Thy will be done on earth, But do you see what is going on earth? Who art in Libya? As they strip and auction off Your creation like they can afford it. Do they not know the time it took? For you to mould man from earth to being How you put together tiny grains of dust And spun limbs, nails, eyes and teeth. But here we are selling each other Cause of the love of a dollar. Our Father who art in heaven, We are in hell, one that we have created For the love of wealth and power We have sold our souls and will power, And we wear it perfectly, Our burnt bacon crisp skins; torched and smoked Letting the smell of gasoline and fire linger In our clothes and hair, in our choices, In our eyes, as they reflect the flames Soot from the smoke staining our souls. Our father, I often wonder, if this is how demons are made From bones and flesh From bones feeding on flesh From greed feeding on flesh From man feeding on another. Is this how the devil came to be? Is this the sixth hour, Is our time nearly over? I wonder, but never the less Our Father, who art in heaven Please forgive us our trespasses, Our greed and discontent, Lead us not into temptation, But oh Lord, please deliver us from this evil, For you are the power and the glory, Amen.
Praying For Libya
By Winifred M. N
