They tell legends about people who get lost
And never return to their homes
Of things done in dark hours of night
That day is affronted to look upon
Of reasons the sun forbears to shine
And people who know they should not exist
Of people who are ghosts in their own flesh
Of thieves stealing parts that are crucial to machinery
And the whole engine halts and dies
Because of these missing pieces
The industry that looms on the horizon
That harms the little villages nearby
The poisons released into the ground
That affect the unsuspecting
The machines that whir and ticker tape and tell
The living what they should be doing
The intelligence of a machine that has been told
What to do by those that have power
What do they know of Christmas Mornings
And Meat Pies and Almond Cookies
And Fruity Waters and Mint Curries
And Little children who will never come into being
The computer knows everything
The computer is a god
But these are villagers and salt of the earth
These are healthy men and women
The poisons that pollute are doing them harm
The information is useless
The cradles that have no silk ribbons overhead
And the men without safe beds to sleep in
The people are being deformed and disfigured
And they have nothing of their dignity
For such a wealth of information
There are meanwhile no dresses to wear
The people are wretched and without children
And there is nothing for them to spare
Suffering, they call it, on the earth
Suffering and poverty and torture
So glad the children remain unborn
I don't want to see them suffer
Men and women without hope
Lying in the street
Sadness on every one still here
And poverty on everyone you meet
In Jesus' Name,
Amen