The Rulers



The vacant echoing halls of power
As empty as a Gothic Catherdral
Held up by giant trunks of stone
Still claiming the power impressive
Demanding an obedience and awe
Undeserved by those who gain it


(Is it true the ceiling’s so high
To hold all the exhaled hot air?)


The impunity and impudence of those
Who we allow to make this their own
May well be curbed if upon removing
Their temporary mandates, cross branches
were added to these trunks. Their failures
Crowned with crucifixion not pensions.


JEMcL Nov 2016