Envy not the wealth of those
Who gained their wealth through theft
Who stole their riches from the poor
Who preyed upon more honest men
And left them all bereft
They spun themselves a web of lies
To steal from who came near
But for them time is growing short
Their end I don't revere
For what good will their riches do
Six feet into the earth
When worms and mites and crawly things
Deny them their rebirth?
Headless corpses they will be
When people turn to fight
And all the goods that they had stored
The fires will set alight
Soon will come their judgment day
For history repeats
This lesson they did not well learn
Up in their ivory seats
Go to now, ye rich men, weep and howl for your miseries that shall come upon you.
Your riches are corrupted, and your garments are motheaten.
Your gold and silver is cankered; and the rust of them shall be a witness against
you, and shall eat your flesh as it were fire. Ye have heaped treasure together for
the last days.
Copyright © 2011 Cal Jennings