what do you give?

what do you give?

what do you take?

where is your soul

for pity’s sake?

 

your mind’s obsessed

there in that ditch;

don’t think that greed’s

just for the rich

 

what you desire,

what you would steal,

is everyday

a thing more real

 

what would you have

there in the mud?

must hate win out?

must there be

blood?