Wicked

It’s a wicked world where we live,

Where the thirsty roam and the greedy breed,

Where the power lies with the loathsome wolves,

Where the truth is dirt behind those shoes.

 

It’s a wicked world where we live,

Where rights are denied and pride dirtied,

Where joyous childhood is burned to dust,

Where predators breathe with spiteful lust.

It’s a wicked world where we live,

Where love is a mask that breaks and kills,

Where smiling faces are devil’s kin,

Where darkness looms in light’s fair dim.

 

It’s a wicked world where we live,

Where the only tongue is that of print,

Where justice comes with selfish cause,

Where good is bent to Satan’s laws.

 

It’s a wicked world where we live,

But know that candour will reveal,

’Cause, goodness is that one such norm,

And God shall rise with each burrow.