With all the wind, came the rain,
To soak the ground, around the flowers,
With an occasional ray of Sun, through
A window pane, gave promise of showers,
Mixed with Sun breaks with no disdain
Of the picnics that last for hours.
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?