A Gentleman's Agreement

Do not foster me a favour of sort 

Have I got writing on the wall 

To say indeed I require, I require 

Such gesture to define my being 

For this is Babylon and one has to be 

Alert and able to read between the lines 

For this is Babylon and nothing is what is seems 

I am indeed a stranger on a strange land 

Where customs of similarities are only but vague 

And in that light seen as of a class 

To be of a class below par 

You say, you think, presume to be 

A blood of foreign, thus a caste below par 

Though not for my skill, strength or ambition

For definitions of a man, is the same in any land

To be found on, and for my worth, surely not my worth

So gentlemanly I decline a favour so kind

So not to fuel conceptions made on

Such gestures to define my being

For in my land I am noble

And a curse would be to accept

Your favour offered kind on judgement

Have I got writing on the wall

To say I require prejudice of your caste, forgive me Sir

I respectfully decline your favour so kind