The new owners of this wide empty world.
Stormtroopers encroaching our taxing tills.
My job called for me to be a messenger boy.
And this as xmas fell with all them heavy toys!
But!this was the middle east in a forever war!
Where all,good or bad!seem in utter awe!
The humble authors of mans ultimate fate!
Not a one!ever abhored any living state!
The good and kind of the peasant folk!
Should not be lead blind or treated as jokes!
I am blessed as a postman with but one object!
To bring some peace to whoever sent it!