When justice is not held to be
The sacred root of society,
Then tree meant to be evergreen
Sheds falling leaves to realms unseen,
And men who spread in wealth one day,
The next are made themselves to slay.
In lye of altruism plant no seed
Lest you regret your thoughtless deed.

Cut down that tree! Kill roots and all!
In Ego’s fertil ground stand tall!
Then will your riches grow and last
And mankind’s selfless fall be past!