United we stand. Divided we fall.
This is how they've conquered us all.
Black from white
Rich from poor
Christian from Jew
Gentile from Moor.
Oh they are clever in so many ways.
And we acquiesce through all of our days.
Waiting for a Savior to help us now
Surely He's coming pretty soon somehow.
But what if He doesn't?
Tell me, what then?
Will it be left in
the hands of men?
God help us all if that is the case
for as we look into each other's face
Black and white
Rich and poor
Christian and Jew
Gentile and Moor
and therein lies the disgrace.
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