A Call For God

I want God to come And have a look How by hook or by crook His man Is serving his own ends Working in errands Modernity has swallowed All humanity and There seems no Loving affinity Sense of help is forgotten The thoughts of consideration Have been rotten Even in love There exists corruption Cheating has become A fashion all around Even the friendship Has become a hound Falsehood Seems to be the greatest tribute Which has made A man a brute The creation That was made to love Has become hate’s hub In the jungle of vultures Where to go Thy dove Then came a reply The network is too busy To receive your call