Empty Masses

Man, you've got your head up your class.
You've got no place to hold your mass.
God gave you a beautiful place to live,
So you took from it till it had no more to give.

And most of you slave for an elegant few
Who turn their heads only to spit back at you.
You'll probably never be what you'd like,
No matter how much you work or strike.

And it's bad enough that you're killing you
Without the fact that you're killing Earth, too.
You're too busy showing others the great you
To listen to what God is saying to you.

Richard C. Hayner
1978 ©

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