Lust

Tell me, how can men made from dust be filled with lust
That worldly must: it can’t be hushed
That secret gust of wanton thrust
Presented as gold-dust but no more that rust

We have rushed to adjust to all this fuss
We have huffed and puffed
been bussed in to place of disgust
And now our hands are cuffed

Our souls have been stuffed,
We see stardust in the unjust
Our hearts are black as coal dust
Morals crushed, we’re ready to self combust

Where’s the change, evil must be flushed
When’s the drug-bust
Let’s move to Truth and trust
Before the last one bites the dust

I’m sick of mistrust and people being cussed,
It’s time to be fussed and lose distrust
There’s a rock who is robust
There’s only One Who’s just