poem 216

Now poor man's prayer is heard in jest,

his task all but to grow the rich mans chest

while luxury and pride fills bishops ride

gold he stole from the day your hands made

Now the church is rich, and lined with gold,

as the human might, all but a slave sold,

while Luxury and Pride fills orthodox lie

souls he stole, pays his ride to a gods side

Now royal grave lined in marble engraved 

and a ditch the perfect tomb for his slaves

while luxury and pride fills the titled minds 

control he stole, so rape now classed as great