Without Love
O dear little voice!
speak out now, softly, don't make a noise.
Tell your hosts to be apt
for they without love are bankrupt
Tell the rich they are poor
for they think they've all
Tell them their wounds shall go sore
Tell the politicians they are wise fools
Ignorantly murdering with their decrees and rules
They make the poorer
They shall be bankrupt for they've no love
Tell infants they are blessed
In them is love flowing so red
They show love as they said
Tell them, they are rich with love.
Tell the poor they are rich
For wealth is within their reach
They've socialized in love
Never shall they go bankrupt
Tell all men to love
For with love they are blessed
Never shall they go bankrupt, only
if they share love.
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