When you look in the mirror
You see nothing
For you have no soul.
It is only those who practice humanity
That see the reflection of God.
You profess devotion with your words
Yet you curse your God with your deeds.
The rapture will leave you behind
While lifting up those upon whose backs you stand.
The meek, the poor, the hungry, the sick
Shall inherit what is rightfully theirs
For their tribulations are their grace.
What price pay your children
When you are long since gone.
The cold, dark reality
Of the broken world you callously left.
In their youth they remained silent
Seeing only the riches you stole
From those whose hands bleed
And whose hearts cry.
They knew of your betrayal
And spoke not
For they played and lied
while others toiled and cried.
Like you, they laughed
while others wept and died.
It is your children who will pay
Just as surely as the children who will
Grow knowing they were forced by you
Upon the earth yet could not eat
While the sons and daughters
Of unwarranted privilege
celebrate their inbred wealth
In palaces of gold
While the salt of the earth
Sleep in the cold
What price pay us all
For the greed and the lies?
The Accidental Revolutionary 