LET US SING A DIRGE ABOUT DIVES
WHO SUPPED AT A BANQUET TABLE
WHILE UNDERNEATH SAT LAZARUS
WAITING FOR THE CRUMBS
FROM THE BREAD
THAT DIVES USED
TO CLEAN HIS GREASY HANDS
FOOD FOR THE DOGS
WHO LICKED THE POOR MAN’S SORES
HE FELT GRATEFUL FOR THE CRUMBS
DIVES DIVES
WHY ARE YOU THERE
IN HELL
WHAT DID YOU DO WRONG
NOTHING
THEN WHY ARE YOU HERE
BECAUSE LAZARUS WAS INVISIBLE TO ME
I NEVER BEAT HIM
OR CHASED HIM FROM MY TABLE
HE WAS INVISIBLE TO ME
FRANK A VOLLMER
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