Old Vasco Poem by Francis Duggan

Old Vasco from Croatia he swears that God is dead
And that by the theologians the masses are misled
And for his soul's salvation he won't ask you to pray
All religion is humbug who needs it anyway? .

the almighty dollar is his God the only God he know
With plenty money you have friends and your buddy numbers grow
And though he's not a weathy man you could not call him poor
A working man of middle class and financially secure.

He left his Homeland Croatia when he was near his prime
When he was almost twenty years back in Tito's time
Before hatred boiled over and the spiteful war began
He's not sorry to have missed that he says 'me a lucky man'.

His hair line is receding and his hair is silver gray
And he will be sixty two years on the fourth of May
And he's happy in Australia and I've often heard him say
Me always loved this Country even from the first day.

Vasco doesn't believe in God's existence and he cannot understand
The bloodshed and needless loss of life back there in his Homeland
He blame it all on religion man's God cannot be great
To allow for such suffering, such anger and such hate.

In God or in an afterlife old Vasco does not believe
Some people he will tell you are not hard to deceive
And the almighty dollar is the only God he know
With plenty money you have friends and your buddy numbers grow.