Distrust of Society

When will I learn not to trust anybody and not change my kindness too quickly? Will I turn my cheek to the one who's in urgent need, who trembles and who is weak? Hunger makes all plead! Help me, God... being cruel is hard, being kind is easy; help me, God... the beggar stretches his hand, he asks for food and mercy! When will we put an end to pain, break down the barriers of old; do the hungry seek only love? Wars are fought for pride and gain, young soldiers are sent to die in the battlefield alone: staring at a black sky that hides the face of our God; and still leaders will go to church to mock our Lord! Help me, God... there are only a few who truly care, who can heal the wounds of the hurt; help me, God... send out the brave ones who dare, who are courageous enough to fight!