A prince of the church
threatens a hunger strike,
but it is not his own fasting
he promises.
Sir, if you will not feed the hungry,
if you will not tend the sick
& the dying,
& if you will neglect suffering
supposedly in His name
in a fit of political pique
it is your will
not His, that you follow.
Remember the lesson the moneychangers learned
in the temple
& leave politics to the politicians
& God’s work to the true servants,
an army of love
from which you will go AWOL.
I think some tables
need to be overturned again,
but this time,
these tables should be in your dining room,
your excellency,
right before a banquet is served,
so you can go hungry for one hour,
or a day, or a week,
like the children you would refuse to feed.
Susan Daniels Poetry 
Hear hear!
Thanks George! My knickers are in a major knot.
Understandable, Susan. Quite understandable.
I’m addictied to storys about Solomon and Herods temples, good write
thanks so much, Ian!
politicking in the name of the Lord? Influencing choices? Brinksmanship? Media cpature? Life choices and Life’s choices? This is the engaged voice of the poet and the lines are clear!
oh, yes, I am spitting bullets (well, word-bullets, anyway). Did you hear about this?
yes, a recurring issue, charged and divisive!
Oh, and thanks for the new word–its perfect here–Brinksmanship. Love it! Well, the word, not the situation 🙂
this does have a little bit of a bite to it. a strike to those in power as i see it. that last line certainly sticks to the mat.
Thanks, Don.
Brilliant Susan! Let ‘him’ (TD) eat crow!
🙂 love it, Rhonda!
What you said. Yes.
Thanks, Nelle.
You are reminding me of Daniel Berrigan. . . always a good thing. 🙂
🙂 thanks Jeremy!
Keep that voice out there!
🙂 thanks! As long as I have breath–think its one of those things!