Glamour
Come, see our Church
See the golden trim around
the feet of our pauper god.
See the velvet and fur woven
in the vestments of our clergy.
Hear the peel of the bell
summoning the faithful
to our opulence.
Inhale the incense, an aroma
fit for a king.
Is it not glamourous?
yes,
and when the illusion falls
i see the rot under your trim
i see the empty bowl on the table
of your downtrodden
a tenth of your income did you say?
i hear the crack of the whip
and see the drops of blood
in your magnificent gems
it is glamourous
for what other than a glamour
could attempt to convince
the pauper that the king
needeth more