People starving, sleeping on the street,
Preachers preaching prosperity to their sheep,
Dying, wasting, the soul burns,
Falling, crying, the spirit churns.

I hate what I see, injustice abounds,
Why don’t you rise up and shake the ground?
The darkness is coming, can’t you see,
What will it take for you to believe?

Religion like cancer, lurking in the depths,
Why do we continue to follow in its steps?
Knowledge puffed up, refusing to leave,
Drawing the light from the naïve.

Warriors waiting, afraid of pride,
Awake O sleeper, pick a side,
Is it self pity that blocks the way,
From the journey that beckons this very day?