Who is in charge, and in who can we trust,
with men craving power, the deadly sin of lust.
Where everything's nothing, and all's not enough,
but onward they strive, to drink at the trough
For we are as nothing, to people cold at heart,
Yet they think their everything, a people far apart
but without us they won't have their pawns on which to play,
cause folks like us come to their town every day
What is this power we can only drink so much wine,
Yet power means nothing if you do not have time
But again perhaps it does, if a better life you crave,
but when you use people, to power you are slave
Men at the apex can only eat so much steak,
and demand at the base, more money we must make
But as we chase around, a snake eating it's tail
Then we can only realise, that we all created hell!
A poor man is a rich man if he's happy with his lot
And a rich man's a poor man if his souls not worth a tot
But the rich man has the weapon that we can all despise
To cause wars and hatred were only ignorance has spies
We do not own, a single thing in this place
It is just lent to us the lowly human race
But men struck on power are as blind as can be
For they think of them and not of you and not of me
So what is the answer, and do we all even care
Will we start shouting and pulling out our hair
It does not really matter, for whatever we say or we do
There's forces more powerful than the rich man's poor stew
This will boil us away, along with all of our faults
Cause we will sadly pay, for all the powerful thoughts
We poison the good earth, and we cut down old tall tree's
Till our air is all but gone and we fall upon our knee's
Then the rich man will have no power to hurt us anymore
Whilst the poor man will live in natures ever bounteous store
For nature will feed a man that's full of grace
Whilst rich men never look to see what they might face
to all that is so natural where humbleness abounds
and see the great sights in which natures all around
Who will be the strongest and who will we all fail
The politician will soon know the sad face of hell!
and this is bad news, for the man full of sloth,
For like the oilman, he will burn like a moth
And the rich will have no power, indeed they are as mugs
Cause their god stands only for, Gold and Oil, and deadly Drugs
So live your whole life searching for all that can be love
And when you return, you will fly as the white Dove