Loving strangers, meet at the
exchanging glances, while held in
Holding on, with arms entwined,
lest the one you hold, slips away.
Loves swift moment, passes
and will be gone,
by morning light.
In the name of the Father
and of the Son,
Religion may not be for everyone.
Do you believe in a higher being?
If you do, you must admit
at this moment, would he omit,
the lying racist from this place,
that most call the Human Race?