There is no
Political consolation
For our trouble in
Evolution
There is no blood and revolution
Only the subjugation of the meek
What we seek we don't need
What happens when we seek victory
If our pollution is our only failure
And we are wrecked in ****** and fragility
Who will check our prejudices and color
If we loose control under the aegis of kings
As we forget about God through the ages
We are suffused with beauty
The darkness hides the light interminably
As the welkin rings with the bright of heavens
As servants of God
We need to sweep the streets of suicide and pain