Beggars wallow in the gutters flowing
Nowhere to be and nothing for growing,
Ladies too rich and fat saunter on by,
With nose in the air and looks to the sky.

Tossing crust to birds while the starving cry.

Children huddle in cold windy places,
Chattering teeth rattle their small faces,
Men of virtue will not give them a look,
But build bon fires to destroy a book.

Tossing on a book while the freezing cry.

Money and great power building strong states,
While the poor and hungry slowly just waits.
Compassion has left the leaders of man
As they build with a misdirected hand.