A catholic bishop, specialising in
War machines, was sent to kill the Cathars
(They didn't know frugality was sin).
Beneath the castle, people park their cars.
De Montfort had one hundred people saved,
Gouged out eyes, cut off nose and upper lip,
Chained together they walked the hills enslaved.
I had a coffee, but forgot to tip.
Those great trebuchet brought the old walls down,
Men, women and children burnt at the stake.
The 'King of the world' calls tourists to town,
Think I'll go buy me a little keep-sake.
What do we care? What faith does it shatter?
One million dead, but what does it matter?
War machines, was sent to kill the Cathars
(They didn't know frugality was sin).
Beneath the castle, people park their cars.
De Montfort had one hundred people saved,
Gouged out eyes, cut off nose and upper lip,
Chained together they walked the hills enslaved.
I had a coffee, but forgot to tip.
Those great trebuchet brought the old walls down,
Men, women and children burnt at the stake.
The 'King of the world' calls tourists to town,
Think I'll go buy me a little keep-sake.
What do we care? What faith does it shatter?
One million dead, but what does it matter?
No comments:
Post a Comment