Classic Poem

The Masters cry " Agitators " against those
Who stand upon the street-corners, saying:
" Go to, now, ye rich men; weep and howl,
" For your miseries which shall come upon ye.
" For your gold and silver is cankered.
" Behold the hire of the laborers
" Which have reaped down your fields,
" Which is of you kept back by fraud, crieth:
" " Ye have condemned and killed the just."
" If a brother or sister be naked
" And destitute of daily food
" And one of ye say unto them:
" " Depart in peace; be warmed and filled,"
" Notwithstanding ye give them not those things
" Which are needful to the body,
" What doth it profit? "

The Idolaters are worshipers
Of the things that are,
Eagerly crucifying the Prophets of the Soul.
Though a Christ died daily,
They would not understand.
Always by Law Christs will be crucified.
Always by comfortable Order prophets will be stoned.