Wisdom Like a Fool

Oh, light a candle For there is no money in piety Be wise old man For your children will suffer your philanthropy Open those white and milky eyes The world has no compassion for poverty Hunger will wither their strength What will they do with their lifeless bodies Be wise old man Will you let them beg Till their tongues are weary with exhaustion And citizens grow weary of their presence Their souls are fat too violet For such a fate Be wise old man They are undeserving The streets are far too ghetto For such pure innocence You have lived many years But they have left you none the wiser Such a pity, old man Such a shame Be wise old man God has reach But so does the devil Fear reflects in their eyes It pleads from the depth of their souls Money is paper So you say Indulgence is evil S you also say But what good is honor of piety When you have no strength left to receive it Be wise old man For there is no money in piety