People dying in the world around us

Stealing bread for their family to live

They look to be a shining star

Not understanding their beauty from afar

Their deeds are not comprehended truly

As they understand morality from a whole different light

God has created us, some of us tamed others unruly

The line set high for the knowledgable, low for those with misery

As we walk on a string like a bridge

Or we crawl like critters ever fearing our bad deeds

We shall be accepted into the gates as searchers of truth

Most certainly fade away like obliterated crops and weeds

Those who seek justice on their own still lack belief

Tangled in a web, aging away like a spider

Sitting amongst their throne in false relief

That maybe one day a time will arrive

When everything they worked for will truly survive