Good Samaritans — Badri Raina

They made sure the cows were home

While his lungs spouted blood;

They made sure their tea was warm,

While he waited to be dead.

They were the good Samaritans

 Serving a primal rage;

Their task is to help usher in

A pure spiritual age.

The weak with diverse groan despoil

The glory of the helm;

As among the animals they must yield

To the predators of the realm.