Dear Lord
I scan across my paddock clear
I live my life without a fear
I still can feel, I can shed a tear
I am safer than my brother
Each day the news resembles not my land
I have no bars or wires wrapping my hand
My food has flavour, not stale or bland
I do not envy my brother
Fortune doesn’t always favour the brave
He once lived in brick now he hides in a cave
He has it taken or destroyed as fast as he can save
Where is the justice for my brother
The conspiracy theories are rampant and rife
He sits just like me. Why did they unseat his wife
Did we always value tangibles? Instead of cherishing life
It is time to stand up for my brother
What can I do from my cradling chair
Can I shout or write to ease my brothers despair
Guide me Teach me….. Show me where
I feel guilt that I live not like my brother
You tell me, now tell my brother “Be not afraid”
I know you listen to this outburst that I have prayed
Bring all of your people up to my high grade
Let us all stand Brother to Brother
AMEN