If all the earth in this world changes to gold dust

Or powdered musk

And all the mountains of this world become gold

Or made of rubies and agate

And if the rivers of this earth flow with milk

Or honey and nectar

This World will still be in the eyes of God

worth less than the wing of a mosquito

But fools

May love it even more than now

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Each break of day

Millions leave wombs

And crawl like the worms of the earth,

rapidly or slowly towards the grave

To sleep in a pit till the day of resurrection..

The day of recompense,

In pocketless shrouds

Above them tons of earth.

Tell that to all the tyrants of this world..and to all usurers.