They have a mouth to speak words of healing
but they insist on speaking hate

They have eyes to look with love
but they narrow them to glare, to judge, to instill shame

They have ears to seek the sorrows of the world
but they listen only to their greed

They have a nose to smell every beloved plant that blooms
but they choose to poison all they touch

They have hands that could build bounty and beauty
but they keep their fists grasped tight

They have feet to define the paths of righteousness
but they choose to stay shackled in fear

They have breath to sing praises to the soul of the world
but they take and they take and all they take they keep
inside until they rot from the force of their taking