How much do you love wealth?
Enough to poison your water and sky?
Enough to leave children to die?
Enough to endanger your own health?

Like a dragon on a glittering hoard
Shutting your ears to all pleas
Seeing poverty as a disease
The poor are not who are deplored

Find again the fear of God
Not wealth, but Him adore
Only in Him your soul secure
In all else evil is found