Where riches abound, yet power's low,
We cry out in despair,
OH GOD HELP SOUTH SUDAN, WE'RE COMPLETELY POWERLESS
BEYOND REPAIR.
From East to West, our land's divine.
With curved valleys, tall mountains, and green rainforests that shine,
The birds enjoy the quietness and breezes of the vegetation's sway.
But beneath, our bones shake, our stomachs cry, and our minds are astray.
Our flesh trembles, blood struggles through veins so fine;
We’re dying, they say, due to powerlessness that's truly mine.
Exploitation is unending; wolves and foxes take their share.
Leaving us weakened, with no control, in endless care.
Family crumbles, children die, floods take their toll,
The world watches, laughs, and calls us cursed; their hearts grow cold.
Teachers are underpaid; education is in disarray.
Defence is powerless, completely powerless, with no way.
OH, GOD, HELP SOUTH SUDAN; we are in dire need.
Our future's uncertain; our present is indeed.
A cry for help, a plea to break the chains,
And rise above the struggles that bring us pain.
Psalm 34:18
