Far away I heard him speak
Yelling his voice to it's peak
In all, better life to seek
And as to hear the cost of fish
I begin to make my wish

I pass by his family to observe
That even the little they deserve
Men with horns put on their reserve
And there I wish...

Unto the spiritual men they mock
Piling curses in their stock
And as I watch in grief
Again, I make a wish so brief

I make my wish again
Upon knowing all the pain
They go through without gain
Stressing the blood flowing in their vein
And hence their toils in vain

I pass by the unprivileged to see
People of adult age to be
Show gross disrespect to thee
And there I yearn with sorrow
And I wish, it was never so