intercede on my behalf

intercede on my behalf

fiction
edward w pritchard

Zeus, Zeus you don't answer,
these Romans are forcing the Egyptians
to send half of this years corn harvest
as tribute, now called taxes.
Christians are everywhere,
their mock piety sickens me
and their intolerance freezes my soul.
Zeus, Zeus intercede on my behalf,
the world has become a mocking place
for your humble subjects.
When will the warm suns send
rains to overflow the Nile's banks
and when will the corn tally be honest again.