If men are like God
They will create their world
And rule it the way they like
And no one to check them.
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Must it be you!
Your name they mentioned
When poverty kills.
Ain't you tired of bad names!
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We are back at where we set off
After circling round and round
Like an eagle preying over nothing.
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The road I passed all thorn
My determined clothe is torn
And fatigue turning on.
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I am your mortal god that loves you,
Your angel that guides
When the sun sleeps
I will be the dew that moistens your feet
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Ocean is dry
And fount not secreting
Wind still rove the dry land
In its usual way
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From the horizon
Harkened as the people beckon
The sun of change.
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Beautiful mother we call
We crave your love
That never seems to be
The more we reach
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