Wicked is the man, who beats,
He, who beats his wife, his child & his
sorry sad beast,
Who gives none to the hungry, from his
gluttonous feast,
He, who is corrupt, is crooked & wastes
his money & seed,
Whilst within this world, there is still
pain, sadness & need.
Wicked is the man, who kills & maims,
He, who kills his family, his neighbour,
his enemy & his foe,
He, who causes through torture, such
unhappiness & woe,
He, who rapes his nature, his woman, his
habitat & his land,
He, despoiling all, by merely a glance
& upon laying his hand.
Wicked is the man, who does not listen &
look,
He, who will not recognize, not hears, nor
ever wants to see,
He, who will not ever ask, “Is all this
havoc just caused by me?”
Wicked is he, who takes no responsibility
& who shuns all blame,
He, who never bows his sorry head, nor
admitted in sad shame.
Wicked is he.
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