Baron's Hand Poem by Richard McClellan

Pontius you condemned him so long ago,
to spikes and the cross,
with a crown of thorns,
no baron are you,

Napoleon you conqured with no remorse,
across the land of the gaul,
while you emancipated the jews,
were condemn an enemy of god,
no baron are you,

Adolph you exterminated many,
across Europe no ends in sight,
no emancipation for you,
condemned to your chamber,
suicide you choose,

While Emperor's may come,
and Kings may go,
God's salvation, his blessed hand,
touches across time,
and across this land,

The crowned head, sultan, and dukes,
keeping their societies feeling blue,
because whatever caliph's in tow,
God's gates only opened,
to the saved ones,
and that's a widow's mite few.