Each year as farmers garner grain,
The peasants toiling in the fields,
Utterly unrewarded must poor remain?
Why in lush fields laden with treasures,
Through evil ways and fulsome measures,
Only hunger grows for countless souls;
And a scheaming few gain all the pleasures?
Why in thriving towns each night and day,
Countless children age just slaving away,
When past their prime, milked of their best;
Left alone to die,in old folks homes they stay!
Why on this perfect planet in every age,
The ruler and priests joining with the sage,
And using God and state to justify war;
Our wealth they steal and our rights outrage?
Who more foolish then we like cattle who,
Ever herded to doom by a cunning few,
By baubles bought or fear enslaved;
Are perpetually denied what be our due!