2 O God Listen!

O God listen!

O God!

You say you are great listener

But as I talk to you as-my creator

They come to cut my tongue

l am hurt by their biting sting

They sayI have no right to talk you

Every word that I may ask you

That my pain to convey you

Must be approved by them?

For whom is this shame?

Tell me today

If your authority has been taken away?

You are no more listener intensive

You have surrendered and are pensive?

You are now captive to forces oppressive?

You are exalted to prominence

Me a lowly man without substance

I wanted to convey you my grievance

For how much time you will test my forbearance

If you are God of all of us

Then why they make a nasty fuss?

Then why they create a wall?

Between you and me for talk to stall

Are they chosen ones?

Are their cloaks a reason?

Or their tongues filled with arson?

Or scriptures authorise them to baton?

Truth be whatever

Let I be clear

If my tongue is cut today

Then day is not far away

0! Omnipresent O! Powerful

No one will talk to you for fear of horrible

You will be left alone

In the company of felon

You will be left by all true lovers

Only to be at the mercy of wrongdoers