Lord, thou art the great

God is supreme; it's him who descends

Grief in the form of plague, or 

raging rain, 

Or the tempest in the seas and extends 

It, or the temblor, that changes the face of 

Our earth, or an awful drought, when he

Beholds, that injustice is at its peak, bribery

Is the order of the day, and nepotism

Is deep in its roots, or favouritism is their faith,

When dull's are affiliated with the treasury

And command, and, people of wisdom, 

Are harassed or humiliated, it's 

treachery

That's well defined in your theological system 

Lord, thou art the great and none is above you 

You restricted elysian fields for those who shove you 

©Poet Affaq