The Wrong in the World
Thursday, August 14th, 2008
I offer the following as an example of where things are awry…
Thanks!
By Journyman
I’d like to thank the priests of God, who ease our mortal pain
By taking all that we can give, so it’s not in our name
Apparently the more we own, the harder Heaven’s road
So those who reap the peasant’s tithe, will take the rich man’s load
Listen to them preach and pray, for we won’t have them long
If we achieve the Promised Land, they’re too rich to belong
So think of them with kindest thoughts, they save us all from Hell
As we ascend in rapture’s grip, look down and wish them well
I’d like to thank the Corporate men, who take a pirate’s stand
We don’t need the warlike types, to steal a valued land
With economic argument, and Christian’s pious hat
They set greed’s standard very high, we can’t compare to that
They set themselves above the law, no Government control
With money tricks and interest rates, create a cash black hole
We can’t aim high enough to count, in poverty’s deep groove
It’s really very noble work, temptation to remove
I’d like to thank the men who run, all of our sovereign realms
The ships of State in maelstrom caught, but still they fight for helms
It’s good of them to take the task, of pulling grubby strings
To tax our birth, our life and death, so they can buy more things
While they stand out at power’s peak, we all seem meek and mild
When standing in the Judgement court, it’s they will be reviled
If we can’t make our own life’s choice, we can’t be said to fault
So thank them, pray they won’t decide, their power grab to halt
I’d like to thank the average man, Joe Public to us all
Somehow through all the evil times, he hears compassion’s call
He’s the one, when said and done, to meet production’s need
He works long hours and toils away, his family to feed
All the money of the Church, for which the taxman yearns
And Corporate profits, (sacrosanct) the average person earns
There is no other source of funds, than what the people make
If they all didn’t work their shifts, there’d be no cash to take





