'' They Demand Our Acclaim '' Poem by Bri Mar

With royalty and gods,
I'm all at odds,
To me they're one and the same,
Nothing I'm afraid but man made frauds,
For their actions they don't accept blame.

Why all the fuss?
While funded by us!
None of them ever feel shame,
Through their morals you could drive a bus,
But you're not allowed to defame.

Always on song,
They can do no wrong,
Their ire we must never inflame,
On a piece of string they pull us along,
If they err we're placed in the frame.

Blasphemy they say,
If we cause them affray,
We are in charge of this game,
Both judge and jury to them we must pray,
As a concept it is pretty lame.

It's not a lie,
You must worship or die,
Instilling fear is one of their tools,
Yet with reality they refuse to comply,
They portray non-believers as fools.

Humility is rare,
For us they don't care,
Let's send them back from whence they came,
All they do is cause us despair,
For that privilege,

‘' They Demand Our Acclaim ‘'