Welfare Poem by John A. Hancock

They served unto me their great knowledge
Tis to laugh upon this gift
Their words they believe beyond my conception
Yet I hear them clearly not one word do I miss
Seers they are we are led to believe
That they know'th what drives my mind
Then let loose thy tongues with lines of scorn
Their words to me be most unkind
Like a dog I obey my master's charge
For scraps from their table fill my plate
Gratefully do I bow to this charity
As time is preach'd to me
And the danger if I be late
Are we not all God's children
Born of our Lord's holy grace
Yet if thy money purse be empty
It looks to our disgrace