All we seek is a lord to Please,
a prayer finding us on our bleeding Knees.

The wicked seeking to draw an imaginary Line,
Is this what was taught to you by the Divine?

Labels and Titles,
making men load their Rifles!

Kings living in their ivory Castle,
below we fight each other,
when appearances begin to Hassle.

For it is to see clearly that none of us are attaining Bliss, making the soldiers yearn for their mothers Kiss!
Why is this always the lesson we all seem to Miss?

Counting days to return Home,
the wanderers yearning to never be Alone.

Open your eyes to the tyranny caused by your Leaders,
& ask them when will they stop killing the Truth-Seekers?

Let this be a cause of Concern,
Since a warm summer night at home is what we all always have and will always Yearn