Drops in the Bucket

Drops in the Bucket

Shaking, swerving, loosing control
Dipping, diving, out of control
Swirling, barreling, beyond control;
So the nations go
One by one into the books,
All prouder then previous
All hoping for eternity;
Empires made of sand
White foamed waves perpetually crashing;
Look at the ants run
Look at the worker bees,
The elite of all ages
Masters of the masses,
They too shall bow;
Plotting and scheming for their tribe
Wheeling and dealing for their own kind,
Focusing, focusing on earth
Relinquishing, relinquishing their souls;
All different titles, but all the same,
Russian or American, English or French
Chinese or Japanese, German or Spanish,
Bourgeoisie, Lord, Knight, Mayor, Governor
Or Emperor, President, Prime Minister, King
All the same, and all shall bow;
Now here me, listener of words
Some are more evil than others
And some shall see the eternal city,
But that is not the point
The point is destiny
All have the same destiny
Not to rule, but to serve,
There is only one Lord, The Lord of Lords
There is only one King, The King of Kings
None escape this truth,
And all do better to recognize it;
Men shall do what men must do
This is the cruel reality of the world,
But let us not be pacifists in recognizing sovereignty
Also let us keep our place in mind
The clay, the drop in the bucket.