“If war is holy and sex is obscene;
Then we’ve got it twisted in this lucid dream;
Baptized in boundaries, schooled in sin;
Divided by different, sexuality and skin.
I cannot but hear this song;
In the voices of our old and young;
For our thoughts are rubbed in muds;
And our hopes, our leaders chew like cods;
Still we hope and pray in darkness;
While like goats we refuse change’s brightness;
As our leaders fashion religion as weapons;
And brothers bash each other with tribal batons.
Till our elders work for all,
Till churches mount schools for poor,
Till we sanctify our thoughts and set conscience right.
I fear all we built with our black gold will crash before our sight!”
by Weirdfits 🙂