Don't feed the greed!

Propagation of a practiced sort.
Riddled with mass retorts.

Heaven holds no sacred vow 
to the withered fruit or broken bow.

An opportunist seeks the chance 
with wicked ways and a broken glance.

Will the armies rise above 
hate built from a broken love.

Heaven holds no sacred vow 
to stand against the killing plow.

I'll tell you a secret no one wants to know
Babies are dying and it isn't the first show.

So while the masses sit on their knees 
I will stand against the opportunist of greed.

For Heaven holds no sacred vow 
to clean the mess we allowed!