Who Is the Criminal?

Who are the criminals here?

Who are the ones...

Are they the high and mighty,

Or the ones picking up the crumbs?

Criminals, criminals—

Which one of them is that?

Is it the one of them that's needy,

Or the one who's getting fat?

Is it the one with a family,

And you rip them from their arms?

Or is it the one with a weapon,

Who rules with firearms?

Is it the one on the ditch bank—

The one in the field?

The one who is humble,

Who on his knees has kneeled?

Or is the criminal the man

Who sends others off to jail,

Just because they come from elsewhere
And carry a worker's lunchpail?