These times are made by man alone
Of hate and anger to own us
But we do not the sinners atone
And sin dwells on and man does
For care we not of pain and suffering
Of truth and love and yet
Be whole or so to seem and sing
For true this lie is set
And blossom as before but does not now
The freshness of human spirit
But to crime and wrong does this slave bow
The captive of sin a woeful spirit
And blood so greatly sought that gives life
obtained it is by slash and shot
This cursed world so full of strife
Has neither path than that of rot
And when it seemed that love does bloom
There lay in store a moment after
Of woe and lust of truer gloom
That makes us hope a bleaker
And yet we’re urged to pray and forgive
To cry and weep and be fulfilled
And finally free no longer captive
To inherit the peace to us willed
Then with grace this earth will fill
And one shall greet another
With brother hood and then instill
Faith in us, in all humanity.
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