Out of the pain will emerge a soul
As the fire shall turn dust to gold
Weights shall make diamonds of coal
So shall my soul again be whole

Time shall turn to ashes and dust
Part of every man’s greed and lust
Arisen from nature to nature succeed
The greatest tree shall fall from the unborn seed

Things we say, be they of any consequence ?
Has the world to any mind ever made sense ?
Heed not the warnings of saints, bit by bit
Steal the poor man’s soul for profit

The monster of thy sins, shall it return to life ?
End all of world’s hunger, poverty and strife ?
For every man who eats, ten shall starve to death
For every man who eats, hundreds starve to death.

Categories: Poetry

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