"When There's No Work, Who Do You Think They Come After? The Presidente!" -- Kosmos Kramer

All Things Bright and Beautiful, a poem by Cecil Frances Alexander.

All things bright and beautiful,
All creatures great and small,
All things wise and wonderful,
The Lord God made them all.

Each little flower that opens,
Each little bird that sings,
He made their glowing colours,
He made their tiny wings.

The rich man in his castle
The poor man at the gate
God made them high and lowly
And ordered their estate

The purple-headed mountain,
The river running by,
The sunset, and the morning,
That brightens up the sky;

The cold wind in the winter,
The pleasant summer sun,
The ripe fruits in the garden,
He made them every one.

The tall trees in the greenwood,
The meadows where we play,
The rushes by the water,
We gather every day;--

He gave us eyes to see them,
And lips that we might tell,
How great is God Almighty,
Who has made all things well.

The rich man in his castle
The poor man at the gate
God made them high and lowly
And ordered their estate

Religion is what keeps the poor from killing the rich.