CosƐƌƠ LanƇƩƒrƇ, fix mƜ pƏuƪbƌƑƤ!

Cosmic maker of this earth; absent landlord taking rent; Pipes are leaking; weeds are growing; Make yourself known! I am spent

Absent landlord, lend a hand. Stop and fix this broken land You confess for I am weary; I am blameless — take a stand.

I shake my fist! I curse out loud; You’re hiding, smirking. Aren’t you? Damn! Why the silence? Why the coldness? Do you need a helping hand? So, I wonder. Are you weary? Are you sick of tearful cries? Do you need some cheerful laughter? should we stop our harmful lies?

Should we help you fix our shanties, flimsy houses built on sand. Are you tearful, sad and lonely? Is it you who needs a hand?

Help us help you move the fulcrum; show us how to tilt the bar Back us in this quest for justice; we will aid you near and far You can’t do this on your own will; should we stop and take a stand Endless virus; endless sickness; It is you who needs a hand? ~Paul