Deliver Me From Man's Money Poem by Edwin Tanguma

Deliver Me From Man's Money

Oh Dear Father hear my plea
Delivery me from tyranny
From the grasp of Donul Dump
For we all know he is a chump

Yes we know he has a plan
Because he thinks he is the man
Fill the coffers of the rich
For all those who are in his niche

I pray to God it will end
For he's my one and only friend
Blessed are the poor I say
Even if we're considered prey

I know that one day I'll die
'Til then I'll continue to try
Even if I am quite poor
I know My Father loves me more

I believe I have a job
Where I don't have to steal or rob
My dad meets my basic needs
And it is for him my heart bleeds

When will My Father return
And when will mankind ever learn
Live in peace and harmony
Deliver me from man's money

. 4/27/2017