Poor Man's Lamentation Songtext
von Songs of Separation

Oh Earth would be a holy place
A realm for angels fit
Oh were it not for the unquiet race
Who thickly tenant it

There is enough, enough for all
And much besides to spare
Yet hundreds daily, hourly fall
From ones own woe and care

The poor men work and plow and till
And cultivate the soil
The rich men reap and spend at will
The profits of their toil

Why is it thus we did create
Lords, senators and kings
To trample down their fellow man
Do mean and soulless things


But now alas poor fleeting life
Has made a cheerless scene
Of war and woe and theft and strife
And scarce the joy between

Kingcraft and priestcraft side by side
Reign pregnant through the land
While crime and luxury and pride
March forward hand in hand

Oh sweet Earth thou paradise
Of all things bright and fair
God made thee such but man, alas
Has filled thee with despair

The Earth would be a holy place
As paradise above
Could we but teach the human race
Equality and love

The Earth would be a holy place
As paradise above
Could we but teach the human race
Equality and love


The Earth would be a holy place
As paradise above
Could we but teach the human race
Equality and love

The Earth would be a holy place
As paradise above
Could we but teach the human race
Equality and love