O Lord, I have no personal cry
But this humanity deserves better
Than the fate it has made for itself
Concerning the works of men
Do not punish all who would suffer
The mistakes of the few, their leaders
By right of financial inheritance, this elite
Who do not follow the way of
Lovingkindness, but rather, seek to
Preserve their dominance, their imagined
Superiority, in a world that will change
Faster than they can age, O creator
I have no more prayers left for such
An existence as this world offers
The unfortunate, the poor, those born
In wrong countries, in places torn by
Greed for oil, or other commodities
The nations have grown weak in ecomony
And therefore perpetuate wickedness
In the shadows, in the board rooms
How shall we prosper when our own
Enemies are the leaders we have elected?
When our Governments no longer serve
The people, but the interests of the select?
God is our final interpretation
Of Nature, we are bred to follow
Meanwhile, the corrupt lead us
The fool hath said in his heart
There is no God, no true authority
The World’s destruction of nature
Is not of God, but of Man
Man alone in this world is self-righteous
Oh that salvation has many forms
Every freedom is a new kind of slavery
Until the machine shall imprison him
Have all the workers of this earth
A blindness to their leaders, the lack
Of true leaders, whose mandate is
To protect women, children and nature?
And to empower the children of men
Let God be our witness, the decline of
Civilization, that cared not for the
Long-term education, but rather
Sought profit and exposed humanity
To abominable risks in our evolution.
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In the Lord I put my trust
In God’s name that Men
Do harm unto other Men?
In love I put my trust
In Love’s name that Men
Would seek to profit by
The use of other men to benefit
Their families, their countries?
In nature I put my trust
In such a drama of evolution
Which would have one monkey
Destroy all the species of this Earth?
Poison the oceans, let their cities
Gasp beneath the violence of
How much they can consume?
O’ Lord, I see your work in them
The horrible tempest of their plans
To unleash a river of disease
Upon the old kind, and bring
Ebola unto their enemies
I see the heart of Man, plain as day
Cold as a whisper from their graves.