Looking the other way!
Thousand little creatures cry in the night,
Will someone hear their blight?
Will someone open heart and soul?
Pray oh pray, that come the day,
When St. Peter has his say,
That puppy mills foreclose your gate,
Pray oh pray, you Indian sage, your dharma,
In puppy mills not find your karma,
Should I find you there, with very little care?
Pray oh pray, you sons of Allah,
That beat that donkey in Ramahlla,
Thirty lashes daily you receive,
Pray oh pray, you politicians,
For compassion had no vision,
All three monkeys be, can’t hear, or feel, or see,
Pray oh pray, you heathen’s child,
That your punishment be mild,
Your days will spend among the bigots,
Pray oh pray, begged God for selfish reasons,
On calloused knees in every season,
Not helped in need, those, that are the lowest among us,
Pray oh pray, you washed your sin,
With golden coins and begging tin,
In buildings tall with spires, and many, many liars,
Pray oh pray, you righteous lot,
That deservedly you got,
Returned your goodness on the spot,
In the middle of the night, still crying,
Creatures for your souls are vying,
No help you pray, or what you say, but help send on your way.
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Will someone hear their blight?
Will someone open heart and soul?
We know that you have, my friend. If only we could get a few million more, just like you.
Georg
fee
Bless you! Happy Thanksgiving Day!
Love,
Eileen