Let there be light Let there be man Give him a garden Give him a companion It is all so very simple A world just for two Nature will provide Now what should they do? The seasons are learned Along with day and night There are dangers in the wild But what about wrong and right? The beauty of one another Bring their bodies together One day something happened Suddenly there was more to consider
There was a baby to feed And other families emerged They were drawn together As their problems converged Food, shelter, water, safety These things required action Someone had to do something Reality caused a reaction But who would do what? Who could kill an animal or lift a stone? Could they become a village? Or is it to each his own? Who would decide? Who would object? Were they in agreement? Or did they reject?
One selfish man And a plan will fail One greedy man And the garden will be for sale Can a man live for need And not for wants? Can a man save a life And be paid with mere thanks? Will a man read a book And study until he sleeps? And then use his knowledge And reject the reward he reaps? Is this the way to achieve greatness With no discernment among men? Everyone the same No matter how they are driven?
The ocean beckons As do the mountains The lakes and the streams Are natures fountains Will they be cared for If we live wild and free? Will a man be happy Not owning what he can see?
And so the rock must be lifted And we look around the cave A man’s back is broken And another say’s, “I’m no slave” So the rock remains As do we in the cave Who will get food tonight? “It’s not my turn” he said with a wave
How much is too much For you to have all you need? How much is too much Before you notice the greed? Think of it this way You ask a man to play a flute He can make you smile But will praise be enough fruit?
A good man will share what he has And he will accept what he receives But how many good men do you know? And how many are thieves? Would you rather wear a fur Or harness the heat? Would you rather live outdoors Or have a home on a nice street? And who will do this for you Without their just reward? Can you live like an animal Or accept how money became a sword?
And so do you want my wool In trade for your milk? But the home I built for you Requires that I receive silk But milk is all I have So then live on the land But how can we accommodate When you won’t take what is in my hand?
It becomes a matter of trust I say what I render Equals what you accept As this paper is legal tender And you agree Even though paper is not milk Because now I will build your house Because now I can buy my silk And in this way Our wants become cultivated And the lazy man Is suddenly motivated
As the thinking man observes The power of the capitalist tool And the rivers of paper That once was milk and wool He wonders how it came to pass That a world of cows and sheep Became one of oil and gas It happened while some did sleep In the fury of comfort and reward And technological devices Are we better off Or have we invented new vices?
I am happy for my children’s comfort But at what cost to another? Is it a zero sum game With a winner and a loser? Will the next big thing Happen without their just reward Or should we just pray to God And put down the monetary sword? Is there a consensus among men That can ever be reached? Or will we always fail And will egalitarianism be breached?
I wonder of these things As we print more and more The paper is all that matters We want ours and all else we ignore Is there a limit On the value of milk and wool Will we continue as we are Until God reminds of who is the fool?