The Call of Death

Why summon me so soon? Undone is one or the other drill There’s unfinished job’s platoon I’ave not been through the mill I’ave not met my heart’s demand There’re desolate hearts to be solaced I haven’t fulfilled His Command There are demons brazenfaced There are tears to be wiped of faces Devils of inequity and lust to be slain Those are devouring human races Someone must rise for evil to contain Streets experiencing carnage Brutality, fanaticism, suicide bombing And human souls in bondage Cheatings, deceits and swindling The seeds of love that are sown Are still waiting to sprout The flowers of goodwill grown Are for water wailing out Grant me time O healer of pains Let me do some of the undone Lest God on my return complains I’m an unwanted, unworthy son ---