Half Dead!

I was on my way from the war-zone
To the peaceful territory when I fell among
Many robbers, who stripped me,
By paying a worthless small song
For my large land and huge property
They beat me with their traditions and prejudices
That made me appear a useless alien
And went off leaving me
Half dead while they multiplied
The easy profit of my hard toil
And my careful long term assets

Many priests did pass by
And took me with eagerness
To fill their pews and coffers
The Levites too followed them
Who stood by with their pious glance
To lift me to make me support their cause
Samaritans were too many
To hire me for cheap reward
Damning me in the permanent inn
Until I finished my green papers
To clean their stinking ass!

Henry Victor 03.01.2002