The Need Of The Hour

The need of the hour or so they say,

To keep the predator from its prey,

Lurking behind the corners of every foray,

There's the predator behind its prey.

The need of the hour or so they say,

Is to drag the predator from its prey,

He boasts of his conquests,

Of the life torn apart,

Dragged and disdained that Work of Art.

The need of the hour or so they say,

Place the torn relic,

In the temple of Justice,

To divulge and chastise,

Or be redeemed?

The need of the hour look now I say,

Beguile your little boy to his attention pay,

A boy and a girl is God's great art,

And oh! So precious, to His heart...

Then this hours needs will be truly fulfilled,

Every torn relic will be rebuilt,

As this young boy now knows at least,

He won't devour the beauty as the beast...