Forgive us God of All,
We seeming trapped in a church pew
Becoming obedient to humble expressions
Suited for somber states,
Of miserable multitudes
Growing wise in grandeur of commercial hate,
Commanding our harnessed past
To mingle with tried lives of serf and slave,
We wounded hearted by liberty’s lies,
We hell-bent inside our master’s guise,
We drunken, would-be saints seduced by clergy’s chalice,
Forgive us God of All,
We seeming trapped in a church pew.