The grey hair on the chair is unfair
Lifting his pet to crown on cushion
Injustice pollutes the garden’s pure air
Who can tell naked walks the king?
His nudity is visible to his subject
His efforts to hide to the open bring
Did the monarch begin as a fool?
Honest and wise
leader was he once
Now at his courtiers’ hands he’s a tool
Where Devil breeds acts of hate
Can Love’s angels sing their hymn?
Souls of lambs are left to their fate
“Save us”, they lift their hands and say
But my hands are chained; helpless
Which horizon will
send the saving ray?
Pray, pray, O lambs, call the Father near
To the Hell’s door evil forces pull us
Eternal destruction will swallow us, we fear
Save us Father, save us O Son, our Savior
Save us Holy Spirit, help us angels and saints
Unto you, we commend our life and future.
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