Good Samaritans

They made sure the cows were home
While his lungs spouted blood;
They made sure their tea was warm,
While he waited to be dead.

They were the good Samaritans
Serving a primal rage;
Their task is to help usher in
A pure spiritual age.

The weak with diverse groan despoil
The glory of the helm;
As among the animals they must yield
To the predators of the realm.

Badri Raina