A devil stands in society’s shadows,
Disguised as laws and false leaders,
Who sent Jesus Christ to the gallows,
And left us with hypocrite preachers.
We see a king, called a governor,
Cruising a store fronted avenue.
Walk farther and turn the corner,
The Bowery comes into view.
Bowery bums, drunk all the time,
As they spend some time on earth,
Looking for heaven in a bottle of wine,
As though that is all it is worth.
The king lights up an imported cigar,
Made especially for his taste,
Lights his cigar, with a bill of one dollar,
As we ponder the meaning of waste.
Police escort his new limousine car,
Protecting his body and his wealth,
But a shiny car will not take him far,
With a soul that is weak in health.
We obey the royal doctrines of rules,
As buildings race up to the sky.
Houses of industry and its schools;
And we see robot minds drift by.
We learn in school, to believe in laws,
And to vote for these political kings.
Wealthy men use their vulture claws,
As they prey upon material things.
Stealing what they do not need,
Denying fellow men fair shares,
Seeking to succeed, in profane greed,
Never seeing beyond earthly cares.
Greed is one of the devil’s names,
It helps create the hell we are in.
Poverty comes from losing in games,
As we all strive for wealth, to win.
Floating on an endless stream
Of time that is without measure,
We all are waiting to be redeemed,
In search of a sacred treasure.