The world of men, women do live in sin;
The problems of today, how do you solve?
If man corrects micro-cosmos within,
The macro-cosmos will sooner resolve.
Tho’ Science has gone to planets and the stars,
The world’s leaders play religion’s trump-card!
To make or break the fragile peace: star-wars;
Bringing a role for the rhetoric by bard.
All men forget, belong they to one race;
And Science is not to destroy all mankind!
Solutions good come when on a love base;
To God’s tenets on earth, we all must bind.
Can earth become a paradise? Never;
Till men can their satanic bonds sever.
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