Sovereignty

Sovereignty

A Poem by Kenneth The Poet

they say he is lord

and that every knee

shall bend…

 

they say that he

owns every man

as he is sovereign

over all his creation…

 

and so as he owns us,

we are his slaves,

stamped from the start

as his property…

 

the choice of the

gift of salvation just

feels like getting

drilled in the a*s

without love or lube…

 

but the zealots throw

this s**t out to us,

rat poison disguised

as something edible,

are we supposed to

gobble it down as if

it’s manna from heaven…

 

it’s mental abuse to humans,

mind rape of the highest order,

but maybe we’re so afraid of,

so fearful of, so nervous of

death and the unknown

that we coddle, we mollify,

we pacify, we soothe ourselves

with stories that brings us

even greater fear,

even deeper shock…

 

and this is the driving force

behind the men that vandalize

adversarial displays in public

places and public spaces, and

the ones that openly cheer them on…

 

their god has sovereignty,

has dominion, has authority,

has total and absolute control

over life, the universe and

everything therefore

there is no division between

the public and the private,

the sacred and the secular…

 

even though crosses aren’t

over the federal buildings,

even though biblical verses

aren’t written into the

governing documents,

even if the key founders

were basically heretics…

 

the colonizers brought the

faith to the lost continent

and the colonists that

followed practiced it, so

the nation became Christian…

 

the same reasoning works

for why North Africa and

Indonesia and The Middle East

is predominantly Muslim…

 

but zealots see the history

as proof that the United States

is a Christian nation,

the crusaders came,

the crusaders saw,

the crusaders crushed…

 

the Prince of Peace is

the Lord of Lords after all…

 

so the zealots are fighting

an eternal war against an

adversary that was created

by an omnipotent being…

 

why does an omnipotent

being need an army anyway?

 

but regardless,

the fuckers fight on,

tearing down blasphemies

wherever they go,

screaming Deus Vult

before chambering the

next shotgun shell…

 

this is the world they see…

 

this is the world they want…

 

one ruled by an iron-fisted savior

that will throw his foes into

an unquenchable lake of fire…

 

and we have to follow…

 

bullshit, it’s time to obstruct!

© 2025 Kenneth The Poet


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Kenneth The Poet
Kenneth The Poet

Bismarck, ND



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Kenneth The Poet is an optimist wrapped in the candy shell of moroseness and cynicism. He lives between the two parallels marked 46 and 49, all while living in the state marked 39. He pretends that he.. more..