Hear Us O God

Lord can you hear me

Can you hear my cry

I can't bear this anymore

I'd rather give up and die

We've been on the road for days

Our feet are callused and sore

All I want is to go home

Lord I can't bear this anymore

We've worked hard all our lives

And now there's no one to help us

Young and old we're struggling along

Lord at least please send a bus

We want to go back

To our huts and our fields

And live on just dal and roti

We'll never come back

To people who scorn us

And show little or no sympathy