Glass Houses

Let he who is with out sin cast the first stone A mother is worthless, because she lives alone A young man is branded, because a name of a street Sneering of food banks, and the need to eat Just hate him because of his love of a man Leer at the beggar, who earns what he can Twisting of young minds, with religious belief Or instilling hatred, with patriotic, grinding teeth Blame the junkie because of choices that were made Ridicule the old as their looks start to fade Show disdain as they pour on to our shores Forget how we stole, what was theirs is now yours Have hatred for the man who cant pay his rent Scorn on the bum who's youth was misspent Question a man because of the colour of his skin Remove hospital care, till the fat man gets thin Don't question my values till you analyse your own, for Let he who is with out sin cast the first stone