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1 John 5:19 New International Version (NIV)

19 We know that we are children of God, and that the whole world is under the control of the evil one.

 

 

World-class.

 

This is what we're going to be on top of the working "fleet"

better than the Japanese, the German, Swiss and Swede.

Or any nation on the globe that competes with you and me.

To achieve that in harmony we have to be willing to concede.

 

To comfort of the Chinese labor force or the Russians in their lot

as the folks in India who put their children on the "block".

or the ones in Siberia where the labor is mostly forced and thus free

Is that really  "world-class" cause their bottom line looks oh so neat?

 

Is it strange that because of change some resist with lots of hate?

They drop nerve-gas in places where the work-force is in haste

Or in towns where folks get along a car bomb make deep holes

as always it seems that who gets hurt are they without control.

 

They are part of a dreamless herd that is moving along a trail of tears

to a destiny where all hope is gone in the realm of sense-less fear.

Where no-one really gets along where distrust and hatred rules

like all throughout history death’s syndrome seems “living” proof.

 

Jan Wienen

 

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