The Rudimentary Gesture

They're the Rudimentary gestures,
Of a sad & tired man,
Who was told,
Just like the rest'v us,
To do, the best, he can.

But no-one said,
The game is rigged,
But only runs,
If you-play, in it,
You only play,
If you shrink-to-fit,
And you only fit,
If you think-like-*this*:

"I'm a teeny-tiny worker,
And I wear my worker's hat,
I work-most ev'ryday,
Coz-it's how it works, like dat!"

It's a little bit, like slav'ry,
But, it's on a wider scale,
Til all resources run-out,
And the earth, begins to fail.

Then, we hope to God,
He's still around,
And we find a way,
To kneel, and pray,
And ask Him,
If He'd kindly come.
Hurry up, and quickly come.

The same is He,
The Lord of all,
Who comes, whene'er,
We pray, and call,
Upon His name.
And then, He quickly comes.
If we call on Him,
Then, He will quickly come.