Hell's Finest Hour

In Africa, it’s now obscene, That epidemic reigns supreme. Babies born with HIV, No chance of life like you or me. No matter how this virus came, I think that man should bear the shame. He should be using all his will. To find a way to cure this ill. Instead his greed just leads him on, To rape the land ‘til all is gone. To thirst for power, at others pain, Bring ‘hell to earth’ to make their gain. And non will stop this bloody state, The ‘civilised nations’, yes they wait, Until they find that they may lose, The price of oil or cheaper shoes. Then they will stand, for all that’s right In name of God, they’ll take the fight! And smash the ones with power and might, To free the people from their plight. But who’s the winner? I’m not sure, Why would they really fight this war? Sure they’ll keep their cheaper shoes, The cost, the loved ones, that they’d lose. And still, chaos would reign supreme, Still, babies die where man has been. If only we could see the way, And take our paths a better way. Through prophets sent from heaven above, God’s shown mankind the way of love. Still battles rage, twixt love and power, I fear hell’s gained it’s finest hour! Ivor G Davies