THE EDITOR, Sir:

We are the suffering class of people, we are suffering till we can't suffer no more. Where is God, God of our salvation? Come to our rescue, Lord. You say You will not let Your children beg bread; the children are begging bread right now. We can't steal, so we have to beg.

Some insult us, some give us. Where is the God of our salvation? We are crying out in the wilderness. We are the dry bones in the valley.

We are the hardest working people in Jamaica and sometimes we have to go to our beds without food. When we leave our farm in the evening, in the morning when we go back, they steal out everything. I never leave Jamaica yet and I am 69 years old.

Amidst the calling, crying, hollering, I am just waiting on my God now. Thank you all to give me this privilege to write. Bye for now.

I am, etc.,

HYACINTH McKENZIE

Gurney District

Muirton Pen PA

Portland