Pÿlon - To My Brethren

To My Brethren


I went weak with hunger
And all your statistics could not make me any stronger
'Feed the world' - I thank you all for that


I was thrown in prison
Oh, how many of your redeeming prayers have risen
'Set them free' - I thank you all for that


I went naked, I went cold
And you discussed the connotations unappalled


Your pious gleam, your God unseen
Leave me hungry


I was ill and left alone
And you thanked God for your healthy homes
I was unshielded by aught roof
And you praised yon bounteous God aloof
I was ill and left alone
And you thanked God for your healthy homes


Your pious gleam, your God unseen
Leave me hungry
Your eloquent prayers, well-worded cares
Leave me lonely, cold and sad