Poor Man's Prayer

Feel the pain of shame They walk by without a word Weaken by the pain of dispair People look down there noses Starvation is his fate as they smell the roses Look to the heavens See the ravens Ravens have a home Poor men are all alone Wake up old world and see You sit in your high places Yet yea shall be brought low For out of the north shall come the bow My God shall let me see Thy destruction shall be great Hades will fill to the brim God shall not let my eye be dim