Thou art forever mine, of this no doubt,
Yet one thing makes us mournful and so sad:
About it a series of sonnets I wrote out.
This world by darkened powers is run, 'tis bad.
They pass satanic bills, their ways unjust,
In senate halls where shadows darkly tread,
Imposing hardships, breaking common trust,
And laymen's lives with misery are fed.
For selfish rulers hold grip with iron hand
All wealth and power, treasures of the earth.
In God's true realm, one law for every land,
No borders, passports, states of varied worth.
No race, no class high or low, nor the divide,
Where all human beings worship side by side.
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