Hoard your wealth!

Hoard your wealth!

They cry

 

"For one day it will diminish

By my hands and my great image"

Though not said so kindly

Though not said so slyly

 

Hoard your wealth!

Hoard your wealth!

They cry

 

You scurry through your life,

with turmoil

Dithering away,

 as they collect crude oil.

They take your resources,

your precious stones!

And sell them back to you,

 to make your own

 

Hoard your wealth!

Hoard your wealth!

They cry

 

Each little drop you clutched

Each tiny penance you hutched

Snatched from you for midday lunch

 

Hoard my wealth!

Hoard my wealth!

They hear you cry.