What is life worth?
A stage where all strut and leave
Motley mob of mindless muggers trot
With filthy lucre and flashing gravens cleave
Sullied plumage in vain glory preen
Queer offspring of pigs and peacocks
Shameful in deed, graceful in sheen
Beleaguered phantoms in every court
Envious eyes yet cast lustfully green
Angry, hungry, like vultures claws glint
Brother toss here a coin, we eat
Or die today, on your skin we feed
And on Sunday to church we go
Rapt, we hear the preacher we know
Apt we dance and sing the choir
Then our muddied gift we offer
Peace today comrade we laugh and share
Come next Monday I mug you yet
A stage where all strut and leave
Motley mob of mindless muggers trot
With filthy lucre and flashing gravens cleave
Sullied plumage in vain glory preen
Queer offspring of pigs and peacocks
Shameful in deed, graceful in sheen
Beleaguered phantoms in every court
Envious eyes yet cast lustfully green
Angry, hungry, like vultures claws glint
Brother toss here a coin, we eat
Or die today, on your skin we feed
And on Sunday to church we go
Rapt, we hear the preacher we know
Apt we dance and sing the choir
Then our muddied gift we offer
Peace today comrade we laugh and share
Come next Monday I mug you yet