The Subjects of God
Love, is what, I am
This is my only aim
Not to hurt, nor, to maim
Hate, is not what, you are
But, from me, you’re far
Though, I’m not a real star
Jealous, truly, he is
She didn’t give him a kiss
For he, in life, has no peace
Glory, by nature, she is
From his own mighty fist
My love died, ‘cos of a kiss
Brothers, once, we are
‘Cos of his lies, we always spar
Why can’t we stop this war?
Christians, Muslims, Jews, they are
Maybe…..ah! Whatever, we are
Someday, we die, even a czar
Us, foolish, the subjects
Of God, whom he elect
His simple words, we reject
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