In a falsetto society
Warble cries of indulgence.
Your pathetic scheming
And violent rioting;
Your malicious and scathing,
Vicious, bewailing and
Desultory ways.
Through apathetic daze
I hear your cries;
Your calls to be freed from
Your miserable ties
To troubled world
And wretched ways.

I hear your cries
But heed them not;
You’ve yourself to blame
For all you have got,
And all you’ve not.

Your bemoaning complaints,
And cries for mercy,
For money to relieve your
Pitiful plight, for material
Aid for your discomforting blight;
These material desires
Keep you out of the Light,
And for such worldly desires
It serves you right.