Blind Prayers

Thin smoke rising into the dark skies he saw
As they prayed out loud to the Gods unknown
While the Devils laughed from their shadows
Little demons climbing the smoke,
Demons of hope and anguish disappearing
Into the think dark air!

As they clasped their hands,
Who knew what they hid in those palms
Filled with dirt of the barren soils
The hosts of this land, with tears pure as fire
While the fire began to disappear,
Will their prayers bow before the shadows he thought!

For Gods were busy...
Buying the drinks from the rich stores
The poor souls chanted the hymns from the broken hearts
Singing to the disappearing smoke
To carry the message to the high heavens
Ignorant as they were, He wondered,
Ever they wonder if their Gods ever listen!

What else could be purer than a tear
Conceived when Pain and Hope make sacred Love,
What alms could be more precious than a prayer
Offered by a heart filled with pain,
With dirt filled hands clasped together
Would it transform the burdened hearts into a feather?
He wondered!

For each night as the darkness shines upon them
They gathered in the silence,
Around the little light of hope they gathered that day
Just to burn it to some Gods above,
With hope that Gods above will shower rains of blessings
Not to conquer the worlds
Nor the riches to buy the heavens
But to buy laughter and joy!

For their Gods have forsaken them
Feasting among the riches they celebrated
Who will hear their prayers? He wondered
what could he do? Nothing but pray! Blind Prayers!

Blind prayers traveling among the dark heavens, 

For the Light has forgotten to shine on this part of the world!