We are the voice of many Lazaruses.

Though you eat well at the table now with your bread and your lamb-grease, 

Though you are satiated now with your whores and your bread-sticks. 

Though you dip your hearts in the joy of this world and Lick your lips, 

You are coming to an end. 

Yea, even your very soul is in line for judgment. 

Your veins will one day seethe not with pleasure

But with the fires of hell and with dry dust.

Your ways will be judged. 

We have worked many jobs and found no Rest. 

Our prime has come and gone and has just about ended. 

We have not found a single mate. 

You on the other hand

Have swum in fleshpots and found your heaven on earth

We have been cut off from a single marriage

and are now looking forward to something beyond this world

You are looking for still more luxuries.

We are looking for a way out of the hierarchy of cruelty

You are dreaming up new methods for cheap labor

Machines of the future fill your minds  eye

While we still value people based on their uniqueness

Behold a day is coming when you shall no longer stand

When you shall lick your lips in the hope of a single drop

Of water, while we roam the lush fields of peace 

In the life hereafter. You will not rest, whereas 

We shall be clothed in rest and comfort forevermore.