Please don’t pray for me; Pray
for the people who want to kill me,
for the people who have put a bounty on my head:
the people who want to see me and my colleagues dead.

Please don’t pray for me; Pray
for the people who see me as the invader,
for the people who want to get revenge,
for the people who want to avenge the honour of their tribe.

Please don’t pray for me; Pray
for the people who are
driven by fear,
fuelled by poverty,
energised by anger and grief,
and motivated by rejection.

Please don’t pray for me; Pray
for the people who have brought me here,
for the people who make the decisions,
for the people who want money, power, influence and control.

Please don’t pray for me; Pray
for the people who live here,
for the people whose lives have been disrupted by violence,
for the voiceless and oppressed,
for the people who are caught in the cross fire.

Please don’t pray for me; Pray
for the children who have lost parents,
for the fathers who have lost sons,
for the mothers who have lost children,
for the wives who have lost husbands,
for the people who have lost everything.

Please don’t pray for me; Pray
for those who have lost limbs,
for those who have lost their hearing and eyesight,
for those who have lost their peace, or a piece, of mind,
for those who have lost their future,
for those who have lost hope.

Please don’t pray for me but
Cut cry out for mercy,
Scream out for justice,
Shout for compassion,
Plead for forgiveness,
Whisper for peace.


This article can be found in Mirror 0516.