My Lord
I come before you today
Not as a sinner begging for mercy
But as a victim pleading justice
My Lord
I have been abused by a lying bully
Parading as anointed
Cheating the poor
Oppressing the vulnerable
Boasting about riches
My Lord
Your anointed
Concedes in camera he’s only human
With weaknesses
But sells himself openly as god
My Lord:
How dare you
Thou miserable piece of earth
Come before me to accuse my own?
Have you not heard me command,
Touch not my anointed
And do my prophet no harm?
You are hereby fined to appease him:
With ten score bottles of oil
A formal statement of apology
And sentenced to perpetual misery
Go and sin no more.