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.
Comments1
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