Fruition

We are in the Belly of the Beast,
And she has chosen abortion,
In the ghetto we fight every day for our God given portion,
Money and power turn them quickly to bewildered martians,
Class divisions turn us gradually to aliens,
Why can't they believe and live in love?
Our provision surely comes from Above,
Money with all its splendour can't insure against anything,
A straight path and a forebearing soul can achieve anything,
A dominant mind in awe of the Lord can brave many things,
Simple mathematics makes simple minds falter,
Disorder tends to increase with time,
Without my Lord I will only wither and rot with time,
A tiny insight can kickstart a legendary mind,
A caring soul oddly heals the blind,
Liberated young men and women relentlessly on their grind,
Righteousness we fight for and righteousness we will find,
Rivers and riches eternally for the pious and kind,
Justice and repartriation for the downtrodden and the child,
Their remedies to the tragedies we find mild,
Their benefits from our enemies turn them clueless and wild,
Injustice and iniquity they have ceaselessly piled,
The warm and the humble they leave riled,
Our pride and culture they have devilishly defiled,
Our knights and vanguard with polytheism they have foiled,
Weapons against nature and humanity they keep ready and boiled,
Corruption and red-tape in our system are insidiously coiled,
Our chidren's innocence with guns they foil,

Be ware Babylon,
To finish you God does not need to toil.