They have a mouth to speak words of healing
   but they insist on speaking hate
They have eyes to look with love
   but narrow them to glare, to judge, to shame
They have ears to seek the sorrows of the world
   but listen only to their greed
They have a nose to smell every beloved plant that blooms
   but choose to poison all they touch
They have hands that could build bounty and beauty
   but keep their fists grasped tight
They have feet to define the paths of righteousness
   but choose to stay shackled in fear
They have breath to sing praises to the soul of the world
   but they take and they take and all they take they accumulate
   until they rot in their rapture of their power to take
