The Reluctant Misanthrope

O Stars! O Moon! O Earth!
Holy Holy Holy! I sing of you.
But not the wretched who thrive upon you!
For them, I only curse.

To the black men
to the yellow men
to the brown men
and the white men

You Devils.

I have no blessings left
for such as you who can not dream
the stars!
for such as you who can not sing
the moon!
for such as you who can not dance
the earth!

O Man, I spite thee.

O Man,

O dear man,
Black man
yellow man
brown man
white man

You blessed angels
cracked from rib
and dust and clay

You Angels

O Stars! O Moon! O Earth!
Holy, Holy, Holy! I sing of you
Forgive me for my small heart
for my lack of soul
and loud curses!

Please forgive me.

and bless those wretched men
who you draw close into your breast.

Bless those men who dream
those men who sing
those men who dance.

And please, O Stars
And please, O Moon
And Please, O Earth

Forgive me.