Going Wrong Poem by Marcus Mosiah Garvey

My God! the world is going wrong
Frail man has made a mess of things:
And now the Devil seems on top,
Confusing Presidents and Kings.

Oh come, good Lord, with grace divine,
And stem the tide of human sin,
For left alone we'll ruin make,
And close the gate to enter in.

There's hell on every hand today,
And man is raising cain all round:
There're curses, blasphemies, galore,
Stop them, 0 Lord, and check the bound.

The Devil smiles at his good work,
And men do dance with satisfaction:
But hell let loose is sin on sin:
Send Lord your benediction.

In solemn notes the Negro cries:
'We are getting hell on every side,'
Come, Lord, and clean the dens of men,
And make us with the good abide,