The Unquestionable

He roved to their yard with fire He bounced to the barns And blazed them down to ashes. They watched in pains As he blamed it upon the fire. He wandered to their stream with filths He traversed to its source And spread upon its face the filths. The groaned in pang As he blamed it upon the filths He strolled to their market with light fingers He made for their purses And poured them down his porch. They whimpered in grief As he blamed it upon the fingers He paced to their yard, again He poached their pots And protruded his big belly from them. A young lad from the new edge of the yard Whispered "but this isn't right". "Hush!" The elders cautioned In defeated voices "He is the unquestionable, a blue blooded being"