What man has made of man,
Is the weeping snow reviling it’s pompous cry,
What man has made of man,
Is the unwanted dandelion left for wishes to die.

You see now, what man has made of man
Is not what God wanted,
For our souls have absconded,
To be forever daunted.

Silly you not rectified!
Those rose colored glasses won't last forever,
And for us who access our beautiful, hoodwinked temptation,
We remain fated to see salvation never.

In this case of reality on the precipice
The money in your hand weighs nothing.
For you'd think what man has made of man,
Should be worth something.