With Gods and Kings
The soul is right
The soul is good
It gets no credit
Perhaps it should
Deserves respect
Demands acclaim
We give it up
In someone’s name
Maybe a god
Maybe a king
A pleasant voice
That truly rings --
A handsome face
Virile and stout
Yells when to throw
The garbage out
We like our kings
We cheer our gods
They claim that we
Defy the odds
And exert sway
Over our paths
I think a heard
Some god just laugh --
No I am sure
One of our kings
Went to his bank
Glibly skipping
Walking on streams
As kings are wont
Best seats in every
Restaurant
While you and I
Just have to wait
And drool upon
Our meager plate
My how they lead
And how we swoon
We get all hot
On honeymoons
And throw our lot
With gods and kings
Who bind our beaks
And smash our wings
Then stuff us with
Their bullish lies
And pluck our young
Before our eyes
I hope you toast
Your god or king
Before your meal
This Thanksgiving
I hope you’re stuffed
When you are done
I hope your team
It will have won
Two minutes left
Til sudden death
When you’re that full,
Hard to take breaths
Or take a knee
In solemn sight
Of every head
Itching to fight
There, in the stands
You’re circumscribed
By gods and kings
Who write your lives
November, 2020
Copyright © Keith Dovoric | Year Posted 2020
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