Poem as Shylok

A piece of my heart is now gone
My flesh, my blood
Took so much of my money
Which makes me scorn
I wish she were by now dead.

Happy me though, this fact,
Antonio hast lost his wealth
Now I can proudly
Hold a pound of his flesh.
And, yet again, it tortures me
That Jessica left with stealth
For Christains my heart will never melt.

Criticised I am for being a jew
Treated we are unfairly for differnces so few
Forced we are to use revenge settle scores squarely

Greedy though I may seem
I ask for what is rightfully mine
But is it really the fault of mine ?