Anonymous
Beloved of All
You can imagine the pain of living where you are not wanted. Where you cannot work, you cannot do anything. People of my origin are being murdered in countless numbers asking them to go to where they belong. Where are a minority, marginalize and voiceless. I wish to move to safety but have nowhere to go, no one to help me and no mean to get to anywhere. I call on the power that be, the authority that surpasses every authority and the helper of the weak to raise people from nowhere to help me out of here.
I don't enjoy writing fruitless letters of help anymore but " God, if you truly exist, if I am you child, if you can hear me, take me out of here tonight. Surprise me with transportation and accommodation to my new destination. Amen"
I am tired
I don't enjoy writing fruitless letters of help anymore but " God, if you truly exist, if I am you child, if you can hear me, take me out of here tonight. Surprise me with transportation and accommodation to my new destination. Amen"
I am tired