Scandalous Monster

He lie sleepily in his bed,
And a merciful man;
Though men wanted to kill him
His prayers were in all their tents.
He did not want anything,
Save to eat from his work
And be fed by a clean tongue.
His desire was for a warm body
Of a beautiful woman to sleep next to him
And for good food of a provincial kind.
Not for riches, glory, fame... no...
Only for a wife to work beside him.
He never received it,
For on the night of his death 
The world went to war.
And like a certain patient
He died in the bombing.

The world, though, thought he wrought it.
They thought he did it through his foreboding.
Rather, he saw the strings of providence long ago
And the circumstances compiling,
Where no other thing could come.
There was no fixing the world's problems
And he cried for peace,
But when Israel had to go to war
He knew there could be no peace.
So he stayed silent,
Voted for the tyrant he swore never to vote for
And died a merciful man, vilified,
Until the truth came out it was a plot
Against him all along.