Can you hear me

Can you hear me

He knows he is about to die,
Yet he doesn’t really know why,
He will be murdered in the most painful way,
He will be burnt to death before the end of day,
They have him trapped by a large tyre,
The gasoline already on him ready for the fire,
He looks up and cries to God,
Can you hear me, Lord?

She hasn’t eaten since two days ago,
And her little boy hasn’t eaten for even more,
Now he lies weakening next to her,
A sight she finds so hard to bear,
She’s too poor to take care of her and her son,
What could she have done?
She asks how this could be?
She cries out, Lord, can you hear me?

The little girl holds stale half eaten bread,
She’s a parent when she should be a child instead,
At 10 she looks after her sister and brother,
No roof over their head, no mother, no father,
She suffers abuse and heartache,
Every day, she feels her heart break,
Every day she prays to God,
She cries, can you hear me Lord?