Like Other Wise and Patient Kings
The folly of the billionaire’s lapdog
A reflective poem likening Natanyahu’s speech to congress to Belshazzer’s feast
In Belshazzar’s banquet hall
they gorged
themselves till they were over full
Displaying their excess
in speech, repose and dress
Consuming words of air
and dust
in cups not prone to spoil or rust
delivered with aplom
with content next to none
They lauded he who served
the meat
in subdued light, intensive heat
in lurid tones
from human bones
They sat as they consumed
the fare
Then dazzled by their luminair
they’d clap like circus seals
on their unsteady heals
A hand is writing on
the walls
of these corrupt and sordid halls
Their bowls would loose
Were they not so obtuse
The Persians they deride
and smear
are not so far and not so near
They should take stock
and consider those they mock
For Cyrus now waits in
the wings
Like other wise and patient kings
The lapdog of the billionaire
in bliss is unaware
