On a fast

Don’t you seek your own Pleasure

Don’t you oppress all your workers


On a fast

Don’t you quarrel

Don’t you strife

Don’t you streke with an wicked fists

Don’t you turn away from your own flesh and blood


On a fast

loose the chains of injustice

untie straps of the yoke

set the oppressed free

break every yoke

share your food with the hungry

provide the homeless poor with shelter

when you see the naked, to clothe him