The queue waits patiently in a straggling line
For payment is demanded for our goods
We no longer keep chickens ,ducks nor swine.
Nor hunt for rabbits in the green deep woods.
As flocks are ruled by farmers,so we live
We queue for buses, fill out forms when told
If we offence or trouble ever give
We’ll soon be in the dock for being bold.
Yet is it wise for rich folk to display
Their wealth and fortune to the passing crowd?
This is not that loving Christian way
That asks consideration from the proud.
Modesty ,kindness, caring are now sins!
So beware or find that you have been condemned