My fellow man, let me address
a confused world in deep distress.
'Tis rife with greed, graft ,fears and hate,
as sinners search for Heaven's gate.

A world caught in the bitter throes,
of things long past and future woes.
Those streets of gold will not be found,
'midst turmoil marching all around.

We all should seek for you, for me
a world freed from such misery;
A world where peace and love resides
and fellowship with men abides.

Our much sought Gods must surely see
the depth of our depravity.
Should we be seeking Heaven's gate?
I rest my case-Let Heaven wait.