This Morning Prayer
Almighty God,
I Woke up earlier this morning,
Because I have a special prayer.
Today, I’d like to be powerful,
Powerful enough to stand by the old lady
They Were all dodging yesterday
And convince her
She’s not useless
As they were all saying.
Today, I’d like to be powerful,
Powerful enough to play with the street children
Who Were playing yesterday by the garbage bags
As they had no one to play With.
Today, I’d like to be powerful,
Powerful enough to take the hand of the drug addict
They Were all laughing at yesterday
And tell her she could find her Way out.
Yes, today, I’d like to be powerful,
Just too powerful to give my seat on the bus
Toan elderly or disabled person.
God, how could I make a real prayer
Without talking about fortune?
I’ll also need a fortune today,
A fortune as big as Gandhi’s fortune
By the time he Was shut down.
I’d like to have a fortune,
A fortune as large as Mother Teresa’s fortune,
By the time she passed aWay.
I don’t need Mobutu’s fortune,
I don’t need Duvalier’s fortune,
I don’t need Suharto’s fortune,
I don’t need my president’s fortune.
Even if the shopkeeper told me yesterday,
I should never come to his store again with an
empty Wallet.
I didn’t bother to reply, as I know
Nikoletta will always open her door
Without checking if my wallet is empty or not.
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Sometimes I'm right and I can be wrong. My own beliefs are in my song. The butcher, the banker, the drummer and then, makes no difference what group I'm in. I am everyday people! Yeah. Yeah. There is a blue one who can't accept the green one for living with a fat one trying to be a skinny one.
And different strokes for different folks. And so on and so on and scooby dooby doo-bee. Oh sha sha… We got to live together! I am no better and neither are you. We are the same whatever we do. You love me you hate me you know me and then. You can't figure out the bag l'm in. I am everyday people! Yeah. Yeah. There is a long hair that doesn't like the short hair for being such a rich one that will not help the poor one. And different strokes for different folks. And so on and so on and scooby dooby doo-bee. Oh sha sha. We got to live together! There is a yellow one that won't accept the black one. That won't accept the red one that won't accept the white one. And different strokes for different folks… and so on and so on.