our father
who art in Mar-a-lago
and DC when it suits
oh radiant in gold
and flag stitched thunder
oh crowned in the noise
of your merciless name
hallowed be the mouth
that makes decree
disguised as savin grace
thy kingdom come
on the backs of men
carryin the weight of your rule
on knees pressed into gravel
til bone pays the price of obedience
in sirens that split the night open
like the throat of a sacrificial lamb
thy will be done
with a pen that bites paper
til it spills ink
not autopen ghostwork
no
your hand
your pressure
your name carved thru it
like a blade drippin blood
from those who sin against your name
give us this day
our daily dose of bullshit
and a way to swallow it
without gaggin
without askin
why it tastes so bad
teach us to love our neighbor
the ones crossin borders
the ones you cage
the ones lovin who they love
out where you can see it
the ones you build speeches around
callin for hate
love them loud in scripture
and quiet in practice
with laws pulled tight
round their throats
and doors half shut
before slammin in their faces
bless the children
while they’re still formin
hidden in the womb
before they have names
call them holy
tiny soft promises
perfect in theory
hold them high
while they can’t ask for anythin
then let them arrive
screamin
needin
alive
and hungry
before you toss them
into the pile of the forgotten
where they’ll become
someone else’s burden
praise be the man
with the endless bank account
while food prices climb
and plates come up empty
while energy hums
just outa reach
while gas ticks higher
with every mile
and still
your coins stack
vaults overflow
untouched
never missin a meal
blessed be the flow
oil and blood
run side by side
thick with profit
pulled from the ground
pulled from the body
both claimed
and spent the same
and all of it offered up
in the name of Israel
in the name of a god
you don’t even believe in
still you hold the lie high
likes it clears you
like it’s an excuse for your crimes
like it means a damn thing
to anyone but you
for thine is the kingdom
the most powerful nation on earth
the greatest leader it’s ever had
you said it
so it must be
and the glory
you wrap it in
hopin we won’t see
what it costs us
amen and fuck you
First off, that picture is rage bait if ever I seen it. No, he is not Jesus! 253 the poem had me in stitches because to put it in a prayer form and showing us exactly what he is doing is just comical that no one wants to see it.
I agree with Fia. The image is designed to infuriate. But the poem is fire! I read somewhere that it will be standing room only for miles for people waiting to piss on his grave
Your poem certainly is of a creative thought. Critical thinking; there is no way to reconcile the image and his own explanation/interpretation. He certainly doesn’t have a Doctorate degree (I looked it up). However, I can honestly say he does have a BS degree.
“blessed be the flow
oil and blood
run side by side
thick with profit
pulled from the ground
pulled from the body
both claimed
and spent the same”
Powerfully penned, 253. Excellent write with clever wordplay my friend. So many killer lines in this write, but the stanza above was fire brother. He’s way out over his fucking skis. Appreciate you.
Damian