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.