In the rise of a nation, a statement of our expectation is written down then swept away by where we are in life today In the chants of desperation there rings a cry for inspiration for spiritual value beyond one's worth, for policy within the boundaries of truth As we go through the days confusion  meeting goals of vast illusion, we organize our strategies, To be the best, at what we please We create the God in which we entrust Our worship of golden tendencies And convince ourselves it's as we must for this there is no need of dignity what we have lost in blind ambition is life's only guiding intuition   what we have gained is all illusion And only gives way to more confusion Teach the children the simple truth There are only ten Commandments All the rest were made to please By God's treasured, earth `s, inhabitants Copyright William Carey Clause Sr. [email protected]