May it be done to you'
Oh Lord I am a sinfull man..Often lost not
In sync with your plans.' Yet you have taught me to try for better, life is in your spirit..Yet death it comes by the letter .' I ache
For the Ostrich farmers and their flocks I
Cry out to you Lord, this should not be their lot.! Thirty years ago it would not be
Yet today there is a paid for judiciary.'
May you part the dark clouds under your
Feet, send down like judgement poetic so
Take your due, extract as you will, these
Wasted pieces of human swill.' Make them food for the fervent worms.' Cast them down, control each twist and turn
Remove them from their habitations take
Them away, give the people new law givers who serve only in your Holy name.'
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