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