A book of his evil.
It’s not slander.
Just a gentle call to his heart and mind
that they might remember his soul in kind.
It’s not a rambling.
But a careful song to bring him home again.

Why he has he done these things?
And how has he spun this web of lies
within which he catches his own wings
within whose sticky threads he hides
his own deeper heart and wiser mind
?
How has he turned away from an active
search for God’s churning fire
that his own gear works might conspire
to spin him out in linked cadence
with the Love that has made us
all
everyone
in Its image
bright as sun
kind beyond limits
?

He travels the wide paths
on a wooden horse whose belly holds sneak attacks
He fights for the Lord but the Lord shares his prejudices
He fights for the Good but the Good’s not what he alleges

I’m sorry I cannot be a rudder to his hull
I’m sorry I cannot be an anchor ‘gainst the pull
of every ancient nick and tear
strange wounds his chest must bear
strange tales his heart must tell
in the cage where spring feeds the well

He’s better than me in his person
He moves with more discipline and less sin
He’s wiser than me in his habits
Why should he harken my yaps yips?

But this is crime this lie
A crime deep and wide enough to swallow a nation
to loose a people from the prize

sovereign over their own fate they alone say when
a leader steps aside
and another gives it a try

Unless he win
and we lose
He will realize that he is we
but
too late

To twist the constitution
into sleazy scissors for to cut out
those parts that comprise the heart
of a government by for and of the people
So evil
so bleak
so cynical
such nihilism
in the name of God’s grand plan
A forced faith is no faith at all
The end of people-rule for the sake of forced faith
is a crime against God and man