Ambassadors are sent to serve The common public good Of governments around the world To represent their hood. Billions spent by citizens Support their time abroad Through taxes to their country paid To keep relations thawed. A position more of favor Than sustenance you will find; A thank you from the leaders To whom they’ve been most kind. Delighted to vacation On someone else’s dime, Ambassadors and diplomats Will party all the time. Now and then embarrassed By actions they may take, Ambassadors are recalled When fools themselves they make. In his first post ever, A new ambassador Was sent from Israel’s borders To El Salvador. Barely one year later, They found the man outside The diplomatic mission Lying on his side. He wore no stitch of clothing His mouth gagged with a ball; His hands tied up behind him - A bondage free-for-all. Though drunk he gave his name up, His title and his rank; And watched the ship of privilege As it slowly sank. Tzuriel Refael’s back home, No longer he’s employed; He’ll find it hard to find a job With perks like he enjoyed.