When you felt the oil and finger,
Did you shiver? Did you question,
When and why the meadows were traded for mattresses,
Flowers confined to pots and not fields,
Giving away restful sheep to lead man,
The same man that doesn’t believe.
How did you sacrifice your peace for purposes?
The first step scares me,
How can I succeed when the world is suffering?
Those anointed must act,
And they do.