Their words were strong and like a sword,

penetrating the wisdom of wealth,

opting to stand up and be

counted.

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The listeners shocked, leering, reeling,

pointed at their form tenderly kneeling,

Slowly they rose and started speaking

astounded.

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A smile danced in their countenance,

their lips spoke their ordinance,

“If my words are hard to hear,” not

daunted-

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they pointed to the cross on the wall,

my words are mild compared with his,

he rattled the cages of those who hurt

the poor,

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the sick, terminally ill, even the long dead,

and gave his life; even for those who said,

he was crooked, a criminal, kill him on a tree,

crowned

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with thirsty thorns of capitalism.