A Song of an Outcast Soul by Mason Carter

A Song of an Outcast Soul

A homeless girl layin' by the road
With crimson tears in the little eyes
Stared up heaven to complain God
With saddest song that I ever heard.

“This is the song of an outcast soul,
Which happy rich dislike the most.
I play alone with my broken doll,
While in greed they all are lost.

Every evil on earth is the product,
of hunger and poverty in the land,
The cruel sons to man's conduct,
of resources unjustly distributed.

This is the song of an outcast soul,
Which happy rich dislike the most,
I play alone with my broken doll,
While in greed they all are lost.

The slavery was never abolished,
it just changed its apparent mask.
When all the slaves had finished,
Their long deathly revolting task.

Just word had flipp'd from Ni to Na,
From the slave to the wage slave,
Who weren't owned but hired now.
By the circumstantial coercion-

A person is compelled to be slave.
Heros died and still villains reign,
In the hunger for more they strive.
While I sing this song to dear Lord,

This is the song of an outcast soul,
Which happy rich dislike the most,
I play alone with my broken doll,
While in greed they all are lost.”


-Mason Carter

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