Poem of William Hermanns

            A Different Class

I am better than you, and I shall slay
your challenge with my mental fist.
Dull creature, don't stand in my way!

There are lords and servants in this world.
My consciousness knows who I am.
In youth, already. I unfurled

my beingness and what is due
to me. Born in a different class,
I've pride and principle. Have you?

You're born a wheel in the machine
my forebears' genius visualized,
while yours craved drink and the latrine.

It wasn't I who made you low.
God gives each man the place he fits.
Dare you to kick and overthrow?

The Good Book promises rewards
to faithful servants who obey
and speak with reverence of their lords.

'Twas Providence that placed me here.
I am your pillar and your purse
and fill your day with hope and cheer.

In your next life you will be up,
when you accept your station now
and do not grab my silver cup.

 
I go to church, why don't you go?
I built the church so you can pray.
God's handiwork conveys his law.
Your next life is one glorious day

                          William Hermanns         [P336]