April 10: Senators’ Delight

Senators’ Delight

If anyone causes one of these little ones–those who believe in me–to stumble, it would be better for them to have a large millstone hung around their neck and to be drowned in the depths of the sea.
~Mt. 18:6

Before the vote, they drink and gloat,
These Senators by basement chairs;
They make their boys provide their joy,
And celebrate their love affair

With blood and gore and sex-slave whores.
They chortle at forced sex,
The power pushes through their pores;
They crack the children’s necks.

The children’s pain excites their brains,
The world at their command:
They’re at the top and each new crop
Delights their ancient glands.

They can excuse each act they do
With clever rationales
As they abuse, pervert, subdue
The powerless with pals.

They smugly own the Nowhere Zone
Where consciences are seared;
With double face they win their race,
Their words and might revered.

With wealth untold, their acts are bold
(Protected from above);
They have beguiled your missing child,
That boy, that girl, you love.

The day they die, no angels cry
To see them fall below,
As sulfur fire won’t quench desire,
They burn in lava flows.

~Day Williams