The poor cannot be punished too many times for the crime of being poor. It's the last vestige of original Sin.
Five years ago, i published this poem in 100 Poets Against the War. As it is becoming a little hard to find on the internet, i am printing it again here:
"Christendom"
there was once a king
a stupid king
son of a king
and he ruled a great empire
greatest of his time
and a pious king was he
so pious
he wanted to punish
everyone that didn't believe
and he made a department
to spy on his own people
this pious king
but it was war he loved
constant war
war with no object
he made war till he exhausted
the wealth of this richest empire
he ruined his country
to utter bankruptcy
and it became
the most backward country in Europe
and after this king
whose name was Phillip the Second
a Golden Age of art & literature
was snuffed out
like it never existed
and it was three hundred years
three hundred years
till Spain produced anything good again
Or as the old guys liked to say, sic transit gloria mundi...
(PS apologies to those who actually are from Spain--it's a beautiful country i've always wanted to visit--but parables are parables.)
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