Political

You have no crown, you're not fate 
Just a name inside a book 
Raining down judgment, sharing hate 
Reigning over lands you took. 
 
Long gone words uttered in care 
Another empty moment wasted in prayer. 
 
You build up castles in glass and gold 
Over the toiling of the poor, 
Shouting at bad children "do as you're told" 
Or end up being the fabled whore. 
 
You see how simple it can be 
To keep the blind on faithful knee. 
 
Yet my time is not yours to take 
It's mine to craft and contemplate, 
Your walls to break and floors to shake 
To spill the burdened collection plate.

Mother Church