Oh you man of wealth and leisure,
Looking down upon the poor,
Cursing him as he comes starving,
Humbly knocking on your door.
Why think you that you are special?
You need not obey the law?
'Tis the golden rule you're breaking
While you strike with lion's paw.
Riches gained by lies and cheating
Is the only way you know.
When you teach this to your children,
They will carry on the show.
Now the time is soon approaching,
You will answer for your crime.
Repent now and ask forgiveness,
You are running out of time.
Cry out now and He will hear you,
Do it with a contrite heart.
In your dreams you can't imagine,
Love and peace He will impart.
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