God Defends the Poor

Cold or warm it doesn’t matter,
There still will be hell to pay.
If God can’t see that you’re on fire,
He'll just say: Go away!

Depart from me you evildoers,
Who laugh at all the needy.
You’ve opened wide your wicked mouths
And lifted up the greedy!

Perversion is your native tongue;
Your wicked lips won’t stop.
And once you’ve planted all your seeds,
You raise a wicked crop!

The harvest time has finally come;
The reaper is at your door!
You can’t hold back his wages now;
My God defends the poor!