A Blind Goal!
O Lord, where are we headed
With your ball of emerald and sapphire
Put at risk by your sons puppeted
By riches’ and politics’ and brains’ desire.
O Lord, where are we headed
With a never ending thirst provoked
In the blood of their kindred
Your androids’ fists are getting soaked.
O Lord, where are we headed
With shades of yellow covering the land
And not a sip of water as dreaded
It is time that you took command.