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Hey Mr. Big Man

driving in your SUV

hid behind tinted glass

can you tell me what you see?

Swaggering down the center lane

your chauffer leaning on the horn

your flashing lights, your body guards

can you tell me what it's for?

You've got titles, you've got pride,

you've got mansions one, two, three,

you've got all the fear money can buy

but it still won't set you free.

By night you have a choice of beds

each with silken sheets,

you even have a choice of wines

to soothe you off to sleep

But all these trinkets and these trophies

like your Buddha's and your guns

they won't buy you any peace

and they won't disguise what you have done

You've built your house on land you stole

from the weak and from the poor,

you've built your wealth by serving bigger masters

just like any common whore

Now these years of professional pimping

are about to exact their cost,

your heart's about to fail you

and your soul is all but lost

You have so little time left

before your tiny heart gives in,

and when your karma kills you

your gonna have to face your sin

On that day, the poor will be your jury

and no predicting what they'll tell,

so you'd better pray they have compassion

or you could be burning up in hell.

[Kristin Jack is the Asia Coordinator of Servants. He and his family lived in Cambodia for 17 years. A book of his poetry, entitled 'Poetry and Prophecy' has just come out and is available from Servants.]