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If I prayed a little harder Would Brer Rabbit and Brer Fox Stroll together in leafy woods And watch the moon from outcrop rocks? Would stooping buzzard stop And glide the thermals ever more As vole and tiny field mouse Barley and wheat their village store. Monkey, free to go his way, No longer tied to space or smoke, No longer cosmetics creature As carcass fires of waste stoke? Perhaps my ardent prayer Would stem the climbing seas, smooth the surface to mirror flat, Heed drowning humans pleas, Contain the rumbling molten mountains, The spontaneous forest fire, Relieve the parched and hungry hoards, And halt the dust bowl pyre? Maybe my kneeling posture Will cast away all sin, Maybe those wicked saboteurs Will never gain a win, Maybe the knives and guns and bombs Will turn instead to spade, Maybe the dusty motorways Give way to green grass glade. Perhaps, if I ever pray again, The ghastly waste will cease, Although the reason for the mess May be found in final peace, Tis now we need a sign To give deep night time sleep. If I pray a little harder, Will You give me a little peep? |