Shown you are, yet refuse to see,
A plight of terror, and their plea.
In your comfort you enjoy,
Pain and agony you employ.
Cast upon the dirty cold hard floor,
While you sleep in clean comfort all the more.
Evening break you find your meal,
Thank your Lord for life you steal!
So! When suffering visits your door,
You ask for mercy, relief, and more?
Reminding of good, you have been,
Too generous, kind, with no sin.
So puzzled are you no pity shown,
In pain and agony you die alone!
Justice served you fail to see.
The life you stole was in me.