To stand by those, the weak and helpless,
Must we not need help those weakest among us,
Is it not an admonition from someone you know?
Where are you folks, that to this God confess,
Or are you blind, to other beings, the creator made to live,
A million buffalo once, now a million churches instead,
Have you stolen their spaces, with your sly prayers?
The me,,, prayers, the me, me, me, but how much more can He give?
Ask your preachers, your congregations,
There is power, in multitudes, especially now,
When speaking in tongues has never been better,
March on Christian soldiers for the weakest in your nation,
March on with tongues of fire,
Let the public know, your politicians, tax every man of greed into oblivion,
Every one, including the human entities that claim ownership,
Take back the land, and send a message to those you hire,
Those bought and sold by greedy, evil, spirits
Those that lost the will to govern, honest for the people,
Those that sold you down the river, for the sake of greed,
Those that with shame, as would a king, now dressed in silk lined mitts,
If no one has the will, for iron rule of decent order,
There’ll be nothing left to rule, except a pile of dirt,
All will be extracted, all treasures, including the creatures,
No need then to protect your once precious borders,
Billions are spend on stupid phoney wars, drugs, terrorists, etc,
But those, that need the money, like veterans, the homeless, the creatures, the nature that supports your life,
They might as well live, on another star,
Is that what you want; is that what you’re waiting for?
When will you stand up?
Man the barricades, you have the power,
Let fresh air into the door!!!©03/04/2012