DISHING OUT THE CRUMB.

And I try to understand the reason

Why these things are done

There has to be a God up there

There has to be someone.

We could talk about the terrorism of the gun

And the rich like us exalting us dishing out the crumb.

When I look around the world of ours

He must be playing a joke

All the agonies of some

He ain’t that bad a bloke.

And the bible says thy will be done

But what is done by Him

Religion running rampant

So what’s the bigger sin.