War, misery, pain n' toil
news of scarcity n' peak oil
honor's threatened with evil
mankind's back to medieval
High ranking "leaders" proved wrong
Discrimination is their song
Their crooked plots, I won't miss
We strive to bring 'em to justice
and now that I am aware n' strong
Here, I give you a different song:
Whenever I am faced with crisis
"calling to the Lord" is the basis
He helps me leave the ego behind
Pray, do my best n' go beyond
They tell me to pile up scare goods?
a future of more shoulds n coulds?
please stop, I'm not in da mood
last thing to do is pile up food
Doing things in haste is my past
Now, I'll try to pray, give and fast
being poor wouldn't make me sob
hunger could well be my job
Rely on Lord, the pain comes to an end
Do your best, He makes the soul transcend
Now you Like this or not, it depends
let's discuss, cause my poem ends
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