It’s a sacrifice working day to day
for little money just tips for pay
But it’s worth it all
just to hear them say that they care
She works hard for the money
so hard for it honey
she works hard for the money
so you better treat her right.
~Donna Summer (1948−2012), “She Works Hard For The Money“ (1983)
I’ve seen the future, I can‘t afford it
Tell me the truth sir, someone just bought it
Say Mr. Whispers! Here come the click of dice
Roulette and blackjacks–
gonna build us a paradise
Larger than life and twice as ugly
If we have to live there, you’ll have to drug me
~ABC, “How to be a Millionaire“ from the album How to Be a…Zillionaire! (1985)
Songs and Poems
God, if Thy will be so,
Enrich the time to come with smooth-faced peace,
With smiling plenty and fair prosperous days!
~William Shakespeare, Richard III (c. 1591), Act V, scene 5, line 32. William Shakespeare (26 April 1564 (baptized) – 23 April 1616) was an English poet and playwright, widely regarded as the greatest writer in the English language and the world’s pre-eminent dramatist. He is often called England’s national poet and the “Bard of Avon.” His extant works, including some collaborations, consist of about 38 plays, 154 sonnets, two long narrative poems, two epitaphs on a man named John Combe, one epitaph on Elias James, and several other poems. His plays have been translated into every major living language and are performed more often than those of any other playwright.
Just off the highway to Rochester, Minnesota,
Twilight bounds softly forth on the grass.
And the eyes of those two Indian ponies
Darken with kindness.
They have come gladly out of the willows
To welcome my friend and me.
We step over the barbed wire into the pasture
Where they have been grazing all day, alone.
They ripple tensely, they can hardly contain their happiness
That we have come.
They bow shyly as wet swans. They love each other.
There is no loneliness like theirs.
At home once more,
They begin munching the young tufts of spring in the darkness.
I would like to hold the slenderer one in my arms,
For she has walked over to me
And nuzzled my left hand.
She is black and white,
Her mane falls wild on her forehead,
And the light breeze moves me to caress her long ear
That is delicate as the skin over a girl’s wrist.
Suddenly I realize
That if I stepped out of my body I would break
You condemn on hearsay evidence alone, your sins increase.
~Anonymous African proverb, quoted in Apropos of Africa : Sentiments of Negro American Leaders on Africa from the 1800s to the 1950s (1969), edited by Adelaide Cromwell Hill and Martin Kilson
He wastes his tears who weeps before the judge.
The law will never make a man free; it is men who have got to make the law free.
~Henry David Thoreau
Only Lawyers and mental defectives are automatically exempt from jury duty.
~George Bernard Shaw
(Romans 5:8, Dt. 7:9,
1 John 3:1)
Christ Died for Us
Christ died for us
While we still sinned;
Such lavish love!
Give thanks to him.
When chiefs don’t
Meet people’s needs,
The men arise
To guide and lead.