Gold Or Tin

Ante mortem let us trust For in the grave we turn to dust Yet in life the poor are cursed Our treatment post mortem is just. The worms and beetles care no more For the rich than for the poor. They are happy to devour Bankers,despots,every hour. Ante mortem, greed does win Houses built of gold and sin But God,who lives in each within, Cares no more for gold thann tin If post mortem we are judged Why does the rich person grudge? Why do we refuse to budge Up until the final nudge? Throw away your heavy goods Live like daisies by the woods.. Fear not hurricane nor floods As daises grow even in mud. More dependent on all power We trust in madmen's city towers. Yet One told us to live like flowers... And enjoy life for an hour. Perception is no privilege. We each have the wits to judge. See and note where you have smudged What your creation would allege. Post and ante, even now The currents of our hearts allow... The inner sea which has its flow To take us where we need to go