This tale is of a time long gone by
That will leave something in you awry.
When civilisation was at its prime
And ancient church bells used to chime.
When High King ruled the land
And structures were erected, grand.
This Gabriel was summoned by his Lord
And asked if everything was in accord.
Thus spoke I with an ache
“O My Good Lord, forgive me a mistake
I haven’t been entirely true
For the world is not how you wanted it to brew.”
And thus concerned and wanting to see
My Lord came down for the holy inquiry.
My Lord adorned a tramp’s guise
Very subtle and surely wise.
First we arrived at the King’ s castle
From whence we were drew away without a hassle.
Then we reached the Noble’s gates
Where we were dispensed empty plates.
Further we waited at the Merchant’s door
The only sound we heard- was of his snore.
Finally we tumbled by a pauper’s abode
And saw first-hand how munificence flowed.
For the first time I saw My Lord smile
Content that not everyone in his World was hostile.
And then what I heard astonished me
My Lord told the mendicant, “No one else, but I bow before thee!”