In the medieval towns there was an increase in people
But if one was in search of a doctor
One had to go to the ghetto and Europe envied Juda.
Dark roads of the ghetto, but bright ways of work!
Then sometimes Israel pushes a villain out of the way and elects a Queen as nice as Esther.
The Pope was in the troubles with the kings
So he sent some of them to the Crusades.
The knives made love with the Berber Princesses on the way to Aleppo,
They ate hot azime bread and drank mint tea under the palms,
They came from the fogs of Normandie and envied the sun of Acre.
The Crusaders wanted to become the favourite sons of God
The Eternal Father did not make differences.
Paolo Giuseppe Mazzarello
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/aaa-the-origins-crusades/
