A Missionary Poem by Saul Palti
A Missionary
A pink pig will never be satisfied
with its curly springy tail dyed
how high can it fly above the ground
eating troth from the cloud without a sound
never will is its fate to be eloquent
and its twisted lies are untrue and bent
some say its life is of pleasurable wizen
in the mud and through the sky's horizon
a pig at birth and pig till death
slums are all that are left
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