PAIN OF THE MASSES

​Their forefathers made a contract,

A social contract, in good faith

To protect their being

Their co - existence in the world

They gave their rights to government,

Government to protect these rights;

Gave them security and the basic needs of life.

For a prosperous life

They seek no power, nor fame

But a descent life to live

For generations to come they hope

Waiting for the fruition of their deeds

Years roll by, they wait,

Months roll on they believe,

The impatience of men grows daily

As they Seek for justice

As Factionsbegins to grow

They trust no one;

Their destiny in their hands

Better life they seek but

Anarchy they make

They are never meant to rule

Those meant to rule have failed

Christ my cornerstone

Onto you I trust for life.