Poor Soul Poem by Green Peace

Poverty of the body, not the soul
Rich of the flesh, not the spirit
Poor is the soul which hasn't any education
Any character, any ethical rules, any determination.

Which attaches no religiosity
No rites-- rituals--- worship---
For whom everything is sanctimonious
Masks in hypocrisy shuns the pious

Poor is thy soul which knows nothing-
Is a pretender at core not worth of anything
Enrich thy soul by seeds of education
Education needn't be formal

That education which makes man a human
From animal instincts towards the divine
Then lament never even if you are poor
For cultivated, enriched soul is far richer.

Evil---Poorer----Poorest----
Divine--Richer----Richest----
Its the true Monarch, the Emperor
Of big life's deeds the Small Carrier.


Soul claps, sings, dances
Ecstasy, Meditation, Salvation
Wiser, Prettier, Fairer
Intellectual, Purer, Holier--

Soul whose the richest
He's the wisest
For burnt not, twists not that ' Entity'
Which exhales in eternity.