It ain’t too late to contemplate,
Off late, a lot has been at stake.
Millions are dead, millions are dying,
So many people crying,
So many lying,
And you still think that we won’t see,
How inhumane we have come to be?
Nay, Lord, you didn’t create us blind,
We see by day;
And by the night,
You see us,
And we are fine!
And we’ll do better, you just wait and watch.
Like an owl.
Are you contemplating, Lord?