Have you ever prayer with a letter to an illiterate god?
Pistol packed but can’t afford bullets,
Our fridges are starving, insufficient funds rises our insulin.

Ready to sail to our green pastures
But our ****** drowned in pirates’ palms,
Those who see man suffering hate their *****’s victory,
Our talent mummified because we can’t afford to live out our dreams.

We are rejects of the system, deviants to the society
Every year our resolutions are the same
Yet we been writing them for decades
Born with no silver-spoon but promised street of gold

So I turned to the God:
“Eli, Eli, lama sabachthani?”

I wish I could stay by the sea again,
Watching it swallow your tears, rising tides,
It’s funny how you use to wipe them towards your tiny chicks
And pretending to be okay.

I miss how you use to bit an apple,
Leaving tinny teeth marks on the side,
How I watch you finding your way to it seed.

You taught me life,
Never miss wrestling on Sunday,
Always ready to play Marry go around any second.
I remember watching you trying to fit my hat
Pretending you are the granny next door,
Swinging of his chair every morning
Just to let the summer sun worm his heart.

I wish I was there.
Watching you growing,
Now am only left with memories
Memories of how life was going to be if I didn’t join the army.
In battle field, every time I pull a trigger my heart commit suicide.
I wish I could tell you, all the things I learned about life.

If you get this latter just know I learned that.
I daddy loves you.