Ambrosia, delicious and sweet.
Craving more as it takes you to hell.
Grab that low lying, golden fruit,
If you don’t do it,
Someone else will.
Power is a slave master.
Think of the good we can do!
Please, just a taste of that desire,
It came with a can of kerosene,
And righteous need.
Now you’ve set the house on fire.
With Evangelical matches.
Power of self; you turn stones to bread.
While other’s go hungry.
Power of force; every earthly kingdom is yours
By a right you call divine.
Power of privilege; your likeness is supreme.
While the poor are banished.
Still famished, you prowl in chains.
j.w. McKinleyville, 2/14/26