Of Popes, King, Minions And Slaves Poem by Sara Militello

Of Popes, Kings, Minions and Slaves

An effrontery beyond absurd
that gelid frigidity
that wraps a pall of pure inanity
and pointless taste
aggrandized through the liturgy
of each new age
even as it pleads abnegation
of greed through the studied sophistry
of its favorite lies.

Between reality and belief
lie many a treacherous turn
twixt ideal and real
many a mangled yearn.
The cause must be
in the rapt attendance
by sacrificial lambs
to that doctrinaire philosophy:
'The Divine Right of Kings'.


March 16,1994