The Rich Man and the Poor Man
A song written by Paul Hall in Paris in 1980.
(c) by Paul Hall, 1987.
I have spent much time studying the plight of the derelict persons one may see on any city street. Often what I learned shocked and surprised me. Many were actually once great or wealthy themselves and were for some reason destroyed by combined effort of unknown oppositions determined to defeat them economically and psychologically
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There was once a rich man,
not too long ago,
he lived near Central Park, New York.
My story, you will know.
And there was once a beggar,
that's how my stories go,
slept on cardboard
in the city streets
and he shivered in the snow.
The rich man
he did quite okay.
The money that he made
was from armament production
the so-called
'Defense Cavalcade'.
The beggar, he would
weep at night
about the tragedy
of the mystery
that was happening
he called it 'Iniquity'.
The beggar once searched
for justice.
In his youth
found his battlegrounds.
He found them through
his hardships
while the selfish
just beat him down.
They say this life
is temporary.
They say the real one
lies beyond.
Seems like the beggar found
what he was looking for
the day that
he passed on.
The rich man?
Oh, he died too quickly
in a super funeral pyre.
A nuclear blast
took his charred remains
two thousand meters;
maybe higher
But the real catch
would come hereafter
where the souls of each
should be:
Mister Rich Man
in his jail of fire
but as for the beggar
he went free.
Now people think
I'm superstitious
but I believe that
justice lives
and that each one will get
hereafter
just exactly
as
he gives.
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Copyright and Phonorecord (c) (p) 1987 by Paul A. L. Hall. All rights reserved.