A holy man by men's design
Takes sticks on every step throughout his life.
A fighter of a different and noble kind
Takes stewardship of broken bodies' lives.

A promiser of no miracle cures,
But to heal and to restore those suffering within.
And much his power is needed by his peoples,
But separated they remain by ill intention still.

Alone he walks for a lonely cause -
Today no one thinks of man's oblige.
Youthful in spirit, advanced in age-
A new soul was found, but not his own.

No ritual observed, and forced upon -
The hapless imposed by the red bastards
Will perpetuate ill intention from his throne.
But, he still walks taking sticks by cowards.