Monday, January 25, 2021



poem by e.e.cane

Jan. 25, 2021

God-favored status

—who wouldn’t listen?

Being ridden by the 

pontiff tiara-wearing self-appointed 

is simply a reflection of human design

Leadership, control-stirring their

kettle of sorrows until fear bubbles up,

bottling that under pressure—surely to fizz

when opened, but by then

the money has already changed hands

The pious allow just enough knowledge,

but not enough to overcome

the fear they instill

The awakening crowd finds themselves 

lost with nothing to replace their ignorance

They quickly seek and accept the

first plausible from someone who’s pontiff

hat is just being fitted

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