A God For Hire
All bids are in;
that sacred honor ...had a price.
The profane sanctified;
a flag became a calf of gold
our highest office, sold.
There, looking in the hollows for the
substance of a dream, lurking,
waiting for the light of reason,
one Persephone to grace
a hopeless cause
for hope dies hard
and sweet of taste
and power would hearts inspire
lest God forget
this fulsome scene
and bless the earth entire!
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