Where Is The Love?

I’m looking and I’m also pondering on this very peculiar situation,

As I look around up here on my throne in heaven, with Rose (that’s Alvin Mann’s daughter) observing every single nation.

Where is the love,

I’ve sent it to all of you, from heaven above.

I’m watching and my heart grows heavy as I observe my children defile my name,

As you go about everyday playing your treacherous and hideous human war games.

The U.S. and Israel are currently at the top of my bad children’s list,

Be a good idea no one better put a contract on my son, because I don’t miss.

What exactly do I mean,

Put it this way, I always make my killings clean.

When I hit,

I don’t miss.

President Joseph R. Biden, for some reason, which I’m not quite sure of, my son is mighty fond of you,

Be a good idea, nothing better happen to him on your watch, or you’ll be through.

Whatever happens, I’ll watch out for you, because my son says you’re good for the nation,

It would be wise to put a stop to all of the mudslinging that’s been creating.

I’m about to cut my son loose,

He’s going to cook a goose.

One at a time,

And it’s going to be just fine.

Worldwide, Alphabet City, civilian and military better stay out of my son’s way,

He’s coming out to play.

Your Father

God