Only little rascals in your prisons die,
While stupendous villians liberty can buy!
Each one strives with fervor his neighbor to outshine,
And he who has the most of gold is reckoned half divine.
You scatter dark temptations around the poor man's path,
And when he falls you pour on him all your vicious wrath.
Poverty in public lives all her deeds are seen;
Wealth can build a castle her wickedness to screen.
Yet many a noble woman and kingly man is found