Bring Them Back

Old friend, the world that you have chosen,The spoil that you have taken,Sits rottingUnder your canopy.“But I could pay,” you say,“I could pay. And here is the receipt.”Fool! You believe that you are the hero,The saver of the day, the victorBy the thickness of your pocketbook.And what’s more, that you have escapedThe eye that sees all things,When in reality,You have dealt treacherously.You have whisked away the heartsAnd the very souls of menFor your own pleasure.Bring them back, I say!Bring them back!Before, with fierce anger,I come into your house to repay.And your family is stripped from you,Your pocketbook emptied.Your soul ravaged Of solace,And you left desolateAmid the furious windsOf the desert of the soul.Old friend, we are still friends.But know that you can’t go on this way.And I mourn to see the future that awaitsIf you do not swiftly change your ways.