Re-lease Life

Sign again, the bloody contract
Take up your arms and wield your hands
It's a fight til death does its part
According to the misery makers

And as we all get it all
It's all of us, together, cooking miserliness
For breakfast
Hunger for lunch and dinner

Whereas if, -lord, you and I 
Could have worked together
Rather than suffer at ownership length
Our lent lives might have leaned together