God Of The World

Money O’

O God of the world,

What evils thou cherish?

What devils thou nourish?

How strange?

Yesterday flowers,

Thou maketh thorns,

Toils of todays,

Spoils of tomorrows,

Man as a lark,

Thou maketh a demon,

O’ money! How very funny!

Treasures of joy,

Thou maketh hollow,

Pleasures of beings,

Want to swallow?

Modesty in peril,

And honesty on the cross,

Cruelty in palace,

Canopy of malice,

Long as thou art the boss.

Contested songs,

Are beating like gongs,

On the drums of ears,

Only fears,

O’ when will this end?

Who will end?

O’ money! O’ money!