The other day, Emperor Caesar
In his new colony did appear
To visit Pontius Pilate
For lunch was the head of the Baptizer
Served fresh on a platter.
They made empty speeches
Dressed in laughable clothings
Cut tapes over whited sepulchres
And clapped so hard for themselves
With echoes from empty streets
They rub salt on injury
To take the Rising Sun in a hurry
The people find it funny
This flury of vainglory
Adds fuel to fury
And so the Supreme Court deity
Tested its popularity
Against a nonentity
And came out empty
In full glare of the telly
Tomorrow, the Sun will rise again
Until from evil they refrain
For neither disdain nor falling rain
Can wipe away the stain
Of character built in pain
The sages were right:
When wealth is lost, nothing is lost
When health is lost, something is lost
When character is lost, all is lost
When Hope is lost, nothing is gained
