What mean ye that ye bruise and bind 
My people, saith the Lord,
And starve your craving brother’s mind, 
That asks to hear my word? 

What mean ye that ye make them toil 
Through long and dreary years, 
And shed like rain upon your soil 
Their blood and bitter tears? 

What mean ye that ye dare to rend 
The tender mother’s heart; 
Brothers from sisters, friend from friend, 
How dare you bid them part? 

What mean ye, when God’s bounteous hand 
To you so much has given, 
That from all those who till your land 
You keep both earth and heaven?

When at the judgement God shall call, 
Where is thy brother? say, 
What mean ye to the Judge of all, 
To answer on that day?