Testo di 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