Judges 9 1 Abimelech son of Jerubbaal Went to Shechem, to cause some trouble, To his mother’s brothers, and spoke With them and with all on the yoke Of the house of his mother’s father, Saying 2 “Speak, I pray, in ears rather Of all men of Shechem ‘Whether It is better for every fer, That all seventy sons at the stir Of Jerubbaal reign over you, Or that just one reign over you?’ Remember I’m your flesh and bone.” 3 And his mother’s brothers were prone To speak all these words in the ears Of all Shechem’s men for his fears, And their heart was inclined to follow Abimelech, for they said hollow, “He is our brother.” 4 So they gave Him seventy silver shekels glaive From the temple of Baal-Berith, With which Abimelech beneath Hired vain and lewd persons to wallow And follow after him to swallow. Behold, Beloved, the way political, First one must campaign by juridical, And then buy followers to suit the law Of survival of witness at the draw. Who sit for office, whether run or stand, They always have a seemly, hired band To play their tunes to make the crowdies roar In praise of idol worship on the shore. Beloved, I prefer Your system of lot To choose the kings of Israel not bought. Such senators and bishops would be caught Far less with hand in till and on the spot. Beloved, I whirl about in sacred plot And cast my pennies copper in the pot. From The Beloved and I by Thomas McElwain
Posted on: Thu, 26 Sep 2013 05:17:24 +0000
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