As the cries of the captives are left unanswered So will the prayers of the pious be forever met with silence
As the pleadings of the warrior abandoned forlorn are met with indifference So will the oblations of pretensions be met only with scorn
As the words of the prophet that the famine soon would be lifted were met with callous unbelief So will those gatekeepers be trampled in the stampede of the multitudes who seek God's relief
For those who have ears So let them care For those who have none Let their eyes in death coldly and everlasting stare
For the words of God's wisdom are life to the dieing They are surely for the self-righteous precious pearls before swine