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If life is all a lesson,

Something to be learned,

Each country is a classroom,

A prime minister -- its stool;

A tool in Your hands, G-d,

To teach and lead a country,

But they forgot their place --

They think they are classmates.

Call them to Your throne,

To the principal’s office;

I will see they learn,

The lessons they have forgotten;

You can not lead a country,

And act as little kids,

This mother will do scolding,

When havoc they wreak.

Each one with their own lies,

Deceptions of their minds,

But souls -- I see them all,

They’re frightened by Your call.

Do not dismay dear leaders,

All will be okay,

If you hear the Truth and Justice,

If you stop listening to hate.

For G-d, He is almighty,

He will bring down your house,

If you do not abide, and stand by His side.

His side is with His people,

His sufferers of choice.

For generations they have carried,

His one and only torch.

You think this all means nothing,

But fear is in your hearts;

You know I speak truth now --

You know that I am right.

Your classrooms are a mess,

Countries of hate and toddlers,

Clean up what they have done;

Do not preach disaster.

For G-d He wants the visions,

The light and love I bring,

Obey His will and know this--

A new day is here.