Are you defeated by the world
Or do you intend to conquer it?
Do you run away from evil
Or will you go forward to meet it?
Do you oppose the proletariat
Or are you their mate?
When you have your way, will it be
To run away from hammering noises
Or to have them banned?
Must you seek sanctuary,
In the country, from dogs,
Or is your hand destined to sign their doom?
Can you tell 'the low' from 'the high',
Or are you deaf and blind to both?
Have you settled accounts with your enemies
Or is that a future ambition?
Can the bad-natured see where you stand
Or have you been hiding away from them?
When the good-natured are in need of help,
Will you rush to their assistance
Or leave them to perish?
Does the world appeal to you
Or are you dedicated to its overthrow?
Could you put an end to evil
Or will evil put an end to you?
If the Truth is to be born,
Are you prepared to kill-off the Lie?
In speaking of salvation,
Are you also mindful of the Damned?
Is your hand destined
To divide the chaff from the wheat,
Or will some other do it for you?