Oh rich man, who is it that you now serve
Is it of the high ideal and to be a social elite
Or that you know how leaders serve people
And you will give graciously to help them
Oh rich man, does it even sorrow the heart
To see all the hungry and needy, and dead
Are you able to see that killing for wealth
Will not result in honor, nor a hope to save
Does a world you imagine include others
In roles other than servant, soldier or slave
Can you get the world to see a false globe
It reflects the desire, hunger, and smothers
Leaving behind others who might disagree
