The mob’s more evil than a human lone

Like a mother, God removed our reins
We are old enough to walk alone
We paid him back by abuse of his name.

We said he is not real and can’t remain
We never  wonder who cast the first stone
Like a mother, God removed our reins

He laughs to see we think he is to blame.
Sometimes humour gets too near the bone
We pay him back,  erase his sacred name

Sin turns into worse, to heinous crimes.
The mob’s more evil than  a human lone
Like a  teacher, God removed our reins.

Every age, we say’s the worst of times.
To cope, we turn to marble or to stone
We pay him back, unname his secret name.

We hold our hands out ,bloody and forlorn.
Our eyes look down ;our heart with sorrow’s torn
Like a parent, God removed our reins
Now he’s gone and nothing has a name.