God listens in the time between two prayers

A change of filter, a routine Facebook post,
Reduced to a Twitter trend; a background ghost.
In time of peace you tear me to pieces,
I’m just a drunken debate but my hangover never ceases.
To every front page and teary news reader,
God listens in the time between two prayers.

We bow down as many but rise up only as few,
My ways startle, my language frightens you.
Our story cannot be told in just a tweet,
There are lyrics hidden in the lines on my feet.
To every like, comment and share,
God listens in the time between two prayers.

I recite every verse, I know them by heart,
I yell it every night when another one departs.
I bet we’ve met through a WhatsApp forward,
I stare through the screen as you call me a coward.
To my lost youth – you passed by every year,
God listens in the time between two prayers.

Take your anger and throw it at me,
I’ll soothe it with the sand and set it free.
When you Snapchat next, think of my words,
It too disappears in a day like a flutter of the birds.
To every brother and sister, pray and bear,
For God listens in the time between two prayers.