Living as a Granite Slab

If all of man just turned to stone Who would be there left to moan If I became a granite slab Would it mater who is sad? If man became a high up cloud We would then be but one and the same No gender nor race Would get in are way If all of us humans just turned into diamonds Who would be then the rich and the poor? Who would have to suffer through The agonies we always do So while all these things they will come true I must still live here Does this make sense to you?