Father Lord
It is election time
Not that you don’t already know
But that we fear for this grand show
Where poisoned seeds of discord grow.
The prickled beds on which we lie
Were sown by those of long ago
How deep the roots of hatred go
I must confess you only know.
The lies we hear have but such soot
That none can spread but evil shoots
And so for truth to you we look
O lead us Lord as you should chose.
The fruit of peace we ask you give
Our nation save from vile deceit
The ways of life we pray you teach
A tree of love our people be.
Under God
Is
The power and the glory
Forever and ever.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Our nation save from vile deceit Dishonesty and deceitfulness pervading the society. It must stop.