Medieval Tomfoolery

The creaking of the four wheels,
as its rolling fast,
keeping to the rhythm,
as its heading west.

To the land up the hill,
with towers at every corner,
ruled by Kings and Earls,
long live the Royal Charter.

Bow to nobility,
curtsey if you must,
count your silver pennies,
there's no one you can trust.

When women get too involved,
run for the hills I say!
hypocrisy is in the air,
you will be charged for heresy.

Where is the evidence?
on what grounds you may ask?
monks will speak of the devil's mark,
defending will be no easy task.

Its all about the taxes,
who can argue with the King?
he lays down the rules,
he determines if you float or sink.

Marriages no longer hold meaning,
for no two lovers are to be united,
this is done all in the sake of prosperity,
there's no room for the two who are fated.

A farthling, a shilling,
a penny or two,
the pound ever in demand,
poverty is ever so true.

The rich just keeps getting richer,
the poor just lay down and die,
do you notice something similar?
just like the modern world of you and I.