Template Poem by Neil Crawford

Come to the field Abel,
there's something you must see,
it's a jewel encrusted table,
sent by God, to me.

Come to the field Abel,
there's something you must learn,
about the art of noble sacrifice
and what you need to burn.

Come to the field Abel,
trust your brother's word,
I will delight you with such fables,
leave your thriving herd.

Come to the field Abel,
you have nought to fear from me,
come to the field Abel,
where we decide Man's history.