Queen for a Stage

A hundred fists appear glued to dancing cakes
Truth’s gaunt face from the shadow peeps
In the rear lies cheesy justice chalking another poster
On stage, a mockery of Truth swears to spin something.

Silence. Screen lowered. Cameras. The feed, collective greed
Fueled on years of grease, she’s now combusting full-swing
Bats flutter around the blind congregants at their altar
The poster’s words stoke old hatreds to an orange glow.

Gather cloth and ilk, a pastor and a flock of sheep
A range of confounded penitent aggressors cheap
If you ever feasted fat now bleat a cancerous scam
Flatter swarm the rotting flesh, all but the wicked weep.

The cowering conscience of the captured souls
like bats defiled return to our honoured cove
Dividing scraps with greasy hands the loot soiled sand
Peer new eyes from the wings, ‘Attend the Sobre words herein.’

• ^{28th February 2021, Geochang}
  
• ^{Queen for a Stage by African Dissident is licensed under CC BY-SA 4.0}

• ^{Image credit: Queen, Detroit USA by Brianna Santellan under Unsplash License}