Let the Grow Old In Masses
let them grow old in masses
we want them to be needy in majority
out of sympathy we shall come
with kind hearts we serve them
in the common interest of minority
the majority needy shall be spiritual
the heaven we build here today
for those blind and deaf of this age
let them grow old in masses
their hopes and future let it be in us
year in year out they stretch their hands
towards us their daily god of bread
we are here to create a world of love
a world where one is merciful
and the other smoker of opium of mercy
carrying burdens they know not the cause
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