First mine a heavy metal from the earth
Then press it into hollow coils of brass;
And since you’ve found a way to prove your worth
You’ve got the mettle for the ruling class.
Unfurl a pencil, sharpen it some more;
Write sermons showing Jesus on your side.
Remember to find heathens to deplore
Then shout it from the airwaves far and wide.
Then help your friends so they can start a coup
And sow those bullets (but don’t write that down).
You’ll find that when their grisly work is through
They saved a piece while carving up the town.
No mystery in turning lead to gold:
Find someone else to die while you grow old.
© Frederick C. Ingram 2013