Class Is Just A Mask

This thing we call class

Needs getting rid of fast!

Looking down one’s nose

Must be a thing of the past.

Some turning up their face,

Someone is in their space

Who’s not better off than they

Yet allowed too much to say.

Lower, middle and upper

Living together in a cluster,

But I better off than you

For, I am one of the privileged few.

Money making distinction

Regarding who high and low

But death treating all alike

‘Cause class it does not know.

Interred in the same earth,

Doesn’t matter origin or birth,

Death is likely to come your way

And with it class will have no say.

You see class is a big pretense,

A real discriminating offense

Making people more than they are

Whether white as snow or black as tar.

It’s time to pull down class

And time to put up equality

And give everyone a chance

To demonstrate his real ability.

 

Dollars do not a person make

Or character from another take,

Social cliques do not build worth,

Pretense is no sign of genuine growth.

Yes, class is no more than a sham,

You are a billy and I but a ram!

We both eat of the same grass

But you feel you’re in a higher class.

  

Where we live, doesn’t that count?

Not in my view, that doesn’t amount.

In the final analysis when all is said

Both will lie in the earth dead, dead!

You have no right to question me,

Don’t you know who I am?

Well, if you are not a woman

Then hopefully, you are a man.

Some want to be our servants

Then strut around like peacocks.

Our vote puts them in a class

That invests its money in stocks.

In our churches too, there’s class,

There’s little, big and mega blast!

But they who heed not the Gospel

Will be left in their class at the last.

Schools are a part of the problem too,

Amazing that some only see a few.

These have class, oh yes, real class

But their reputation lives in the past.

Class is class while form is temporary

Somebody once said but it wasn’t me.

Classes and forms should be at school

But classes in society are not really cool.

Class often hampers our very best effort

And robs our nation of vital support,

And so we satisfy our selfish greed

And class-consciousness continues to breed. 

Down with the crap, class is crap!

It does us no good and that’s a fact!

Now we have time to make it back

Let’s come together and get on track.

Now I’ve shown that class is a cancer

That seeks to destroy our very mind.

Isn’t it time that we come together

And leave this debilitating sickness behind?

Stewart Russell © 2014