Master Yehoshua Bar Yosef they call the Christ

Thou who show’d us how much the Human Realm is glum

And ev’ry Power blind, ev’ry Powerful scum 

That trade and price deserve despice

That true love is a sword just made to torn

That Pharisee are made to mock

And for any cheeck we concede

With a cane to beat we need

The Merchants in the Temple

(that screaming moss

who sent you to the Cross) ,

your celestial Dromedary

who the wealthy mortifies

passing through the needle-eye to Paradise

out of the blue we pray:

hey: all the sins forgive

of us who live in deprivation

have you mercy on our lack of reputation

and shall not push us to the temptation

of a social integration

but get us rid of the Capital

Amen