Who hears

Who hears the prayers of the broken and poor?
Believe me it's not the false concept of a God
That hears the prayers of the broken and poor,

It's the walls of shacks in cold winter evenings
It's the empty broken cupboards
The empty fridge with only a two litre bottle of water
And a ice tray....

It's the pap and fish oil
For breakfast, lunch and supper.
It's the long month end ques for the child support grant
To pay the rent...

It's the shoes with holes
That take children to school day in and day out
It's the rats we cohabit with fighting for scraps
It's the minority rich that we beg for change
The one's we kiss their ass for bread crumbs...

There's no God to hear the prayers of the broken and poor
It's the chicks that have to endure the flowing tears
It's the hands that work day and night just to keep the lights and bread on the table.
It's the belly growls but never fully fed
A tongue that's never quenched of lust
It's the heart that longs for beautiful things but never to be

Who hears the prayers of the broken and poor?
Those who give their lives and souls to God
Those who's faith is unmoved
Who hears their prayers,
When it's them that suffers the most?