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Blessed be the meek
For blessings they will need
This world has little tolerance
There's too much lust for greed

Blessed be the poor
And blessed they should be
For what is life in this sad world
When nothing comes for free

It's true , it's not the fashion
To be humble, meek or poor
If one does not comply with trends
Then life's not lenient for

We've become a hardened culture
Where money, speaks the rage
Bigger, better, best and more
For these, the wars we wage

There are many, poor in spirit
So Heaven should be full
For we have such downtrod spirits
From this disheartened pull

Blessed are the hungry
That thirst for righteousness
But look at all the starving
All the children in duress

Oh yes, we should be humble
Ofcourse we should seek truth
But greed and wholy avarice
Strips us in our youth

The ever endless struggle
To claim what we may gain
Forgetting to remember
There are those who live in pain

Of course, they'll reap in heaven
For the greed on earth, we sow
But isn't it a shame that
Your love, they'll never know?

That never once, did see them
Nor recognise their plight
Or offer one a blanket
To stay the freezing night

No staple from your larder
No job, or helping hand
Too easy to consume ourselves
With what is close at hand

The pursuit of the almighty
(And not of grace, I speak)
For God's not for the venal
For the earth is for the meek