Disappointed with nothing meaningful
. when life bids the question \'Why?\'
Conscripts in a faith for the meek or humble
. may devoutly swallow lies.
But confounded by ambiguities
. and those childhood instilled fears,
Cry out as \'WHY?\' shouts even louder
. and death draws ever near.
. Neither talk to me of charity
. nor shame me with goodwill.
. Or the piousness of that poorest of man
. who\'s name is worshipped still.
. No, look instead at wealth and finery
. as is launched one more appeal.
. To empty another man’s pocket
. whilst in billions of gold they deal.
Such power has been engineered
. to capture hearts and minds.
With years of crafted psychology
. and a fear to keep all blind.
But purity of heart was not invented here,
. though they\'d have you believe it so.
For ‘twas ever shown to each newborn child.
. And so it was, will be, tomorrow.