You people of stained mind!
Floating around in your flowing white garments,
Dipping your hands into the cake of man-kind.
You serpents! You care nothing for the people you govern
You slither and hide in your mansions of pretend concern.
Monsters! Deservants of eternal chide.
You People ! Sufferers of the organised insanity.
You toil day and night for your masters of disillusion,
Those people who treat you with loving animosity.
Your children they leave with little hope or vision,
Yet all you decide to do is join your hands and say.
"In the lords name we pray."