The Poet went to a far country, to the land of the disbelievers.
He moved among them as a visitor and made observations,
describing their ways and making all sorts of notations.
He describes they as bullying takers and avaricious receivers
and none of them were sharers, contributors or givers:
acquisition and its pursuit was the chiefest of their vocations.
Unkindness and discourtesy exuded from them like the glaze on a ham.
The Poet declared their souls to be diers and not livers.
They banished the Poet for a multitude of aggravations;
their city's gate closed behind him with a thunderous slam.
Then he scrawled upon it these words: You will find that God gives a damn.