There is death in this household,
Shall we flee, or shall we stay?
There is extinction in this country,
Shall we moan, or shall we sway?

There is hardship in this land,
Wish me flight, or wish me dead?
There is adversity in this nation,
Wish me plight, or wish me stead?

When did comfort leave our souls?
Hast thou murdered in place of wondrous good?
When did boasting proudly take the stand?
Hast thou angered life, has goodness stood?

When did wickedness take the helm?
Should evil reign, spilling thy brother's blood?
When did honour bow to nought, in neglectful reduction?
Should glory be praised, raised as art in this sinful flood?

Here we vie and vile on good planet earth,
Spinning round God's spiraling middle finger,
Flying time, traversing space for all thy shadow's worth,
Wond'ring by decree, will majestic God let humankind linger?

So many casual twists, a myriad of miserly turns,
How fragile this co-dependent, verdant precious life,
With its soaring ups, those plummeting downs,
So much burden, so little joy, so much bloody strife.

While tyrants rule, all life suffers,
As slaves are chained, then freedoms lost,
When War Lords cast their demon spell,
Dignity's washed red, with such a bloody hateful cost.

Enchanted by the morning light of every waking dawn,
Deer visit Eden's peaceful yard, welcome each new day,
Gentle loveliness, quiet mews spoken to the docile fawn,
Stately trees sway to then fro, entangled within this supreme play.