Too much hatred,
The mind cannot rest.
Too many hypocrites
Stirring up deceits, lies and war concepts.
Brain washing us to believe
Wrongs are right.
Temptation is our test,
Oil is the object,
And we are the tools being used like fools,
Programmed to carry out plots of greed and envy.
Sam the oppressor is no uncle of mines,
Who control what you see, eat, and hear?
I know of One you all should fear.
There will come another day
You all will bow down to your knees,
For He is the Ruler, the Creator, the King and the Prince,
The President and my Leader, the Savior and the Compassionate,
And He has many names in many languages,
Though you heard of Him as God,
Yet, you don't know him.
The secrets of longevity is not the commodities for which this war is about,
Although you are to believe it is about your freedom, no doubts?
The secrets to my longevity is God,
And in knowing him,
I am not allowed to endure in your hate,
I suggest you think about your fate.
Man, oh man,
There is too much hate.

Frank T. Williams