Part 1


The Winning Formula

My hands are tied
I would not be called to injustice
But I may have tried
In vain a call to armistice

I surrender all
My hope for brotherly peace
Freedom at a fair price as this
A cause many have fought to their fall

What if we should kiss
And say our prayers with a promise
Would intents and purposes
Not rhyme with righteousness and justice

Would it be too late then
To take decisions together when
A consensus must have shown
That all is not well if everyman his own

We need to take writ of the law
Build it up every tens and score
Not leaving anyone behind
Disabusing even the poorest of reprobate mind

God help us.