In the midst of the lions' den
On this earth what kings have we to look upon?
Why, the drug lords, mighty and strong;
and, the porno prince of book, movie and song.
Why, even the pimp of women gone wrong.
Oh, no! you adamantly say;
yet, pass laws to protect them every day.
Such illusory laws meant to make the victim pay.
You fools! Your kings have rusted wisdom
and feet of clay.
You seek the king set upon a coin;
and, in his wrongs you gladly join,
eagerly satisfying the loin
and, blindly, God's temple you purloin.
Oh, Mighty One, King of kings above,
send down wisdom on the wings of
a pure white dove.
Strip away that illusory glove,
and fill their hearts with purest love.