CORVUS

Oh I hate to be a scapegoat It makes me feel quite ill Of all the gifts I could receive They dump upon me still It is my role to cut the slack To be who they deride I swallow hard and knock it back Cos faith is on my side. Of all the gem investments That could have cropped the prize They overlook and undermine with a view to capitalize They look to God and Say their prayers And sit at home all smug But when it comes to all souls day They find I have the plug. My Father whispered in my ear “Go to the church and pray That I may be released of coil And travel on my way” His brother, holder of the seal Victim turned oppressor Passes all the richest debts onto his poor successor