A Public Sphere for Poetry, Politics, and Nature
August 21, 2019: The president sparked fresh concerns about his mental health after he tweeted quotes from one of his right-wing supporters who said Trump was “like the King of Israel” and “the second coming of God.” In a separate statement, Trump said, “I am the Chosen One.”
You and your satraps proclaim you are wise, O King
You promise to bring us contentment
You speak, and my heart flies, O King
I delight when you step to the podium.
They say you have powers, O King
Beyond those of mere mortals
A wave of your hand, and riches
Spring out of the ground
Rain from the sky like manna.
We hunger, O King. Our needs cascade,
A vast waterfall, over the edge
of the farthest horizon
Bring mercy and hope, O King
Feed us and clothe us; bring peace; reconcile us.
Your enemies whisper, O King;
We hear them at night as we lie down to sleep
Rats scurry behind thin walls of plaster
Everyone knows they’re just jealous, O King
Silence their treason; bring them to justice.
You stand before us, beautiful and strong
We, your worshipers, all right-thinking people,
Bow to the music of your voice and your thought
You are the father, beneficent
The gold of your gaze bathes us in sunlight.
Someone said once we’re not free anymore
We killed him, O King, and I tell you:
If freedom means life without you,
That freedom is death. Nobody wants it.
Copyright 2019 John Lawson