What man has made of man,
Is the weeping snow reviling its pompous cry,
What man has made of man,
Is the unwanted dandelion left for wishes to die.

You see now, what man has made of man
Is not what God wanted,
For our souls have absconded,
To be forever daunted.

Silly you not rectified!
Those rose colored glasses won't last forever,
As for us who access our beautiful, hoodwinked temptation,
We stay fated to see salvation never.

In this case of reality on the precipice,
The money in your hand weighs nothing.
For you'd think what man has made of man,
Should be worth something.