dinner party

the host is bitter though his wine is sweet.
his wife can barely stand on her feet.
she talks too loud while we nod our heads
afraid to contradict the lies she's said.
saving the unborn to fight her future wars
her kingdom comes behind trap doors.
her perfumed lovers line up in the halls
as she refuses to accept her husbands' calls.
only whispers of facts slip through her walls.

and the kingdom she wrestles so hard to birth
is so very much like this turbulent earth
but moral and righteous are the laws of the land;
so we forget how many times the money's changed hands.
because we are hungry and she promised us bread,
we praise the taste of the lies we are fed.
as she nurses her wounds with the host's own blood,
we walk away filled and reassured we are good.