I stood by the mountains
Watching the sea flood the valleys
Fears on the rise to highest levels
That no Nation could defend their prowess
Even the greatest minds were locked indoors
Strolling the streets could get them behind bars
The human picked a war with Him
And He only wanted to be called Elohim
And so they created a myth out of nature
But it came out as a rapture
He gave them time to pray and win
But they would rather fight and win
Walking by the streets alone
The king also off his throne
Robes all bloody and dirty
He watched his people die of imprecation
Waiting for the labs to provide a weapon
The mind turned away from the Great Book
They were all worried about what to cook
The king He chose is out of options
The subjects are living in fears
My cry will still be loud for them to know
That He listens and one day He will show
The king will live but the people will perish
The kingdom will scatter and the ruler will have a wish
But when all the waters run dry
There will be fish for each group
And there will be a smile again
But with a lot of memories of pain
By Eugene Sirengo
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