Double Sonnet on Psalm 2

When I consider all the laughing kings
the conspiracies they cover up and make
their chains and fetters, treaties that they break
their guarded borders are such fragile things.

Who see insult where injury is none
who grind and kill and torment without fear
whose flattering dwarfs say what they want to hear
their downcast dogs will live to see them hung.

And Iron will crush those kings, they're only clay
Porcelain dropped so careless on a floor
when Someone Big comes strolling in the door
They took and took and now they'll have to pay

From atop the stairs they hear a merry laugh
They piss their pants in the presence of His wrath

What awful shock came when He read the will;
the lines and markers he switched them all around
the Youngest Son’s the Only One in town
They hold their tongues and take their bitter pill

One city under water black with mold
While miles away we see another fall
In this confusion you can’t place a call
Beware, my dear, false stories will be told

They judge the man who stammers when he talks
They speak so sleekly calumny and scorn,
call evil pretty to glorify their porn,
They suck and siphon but they never walk.

Their glasses drop—they hear that merry laugh
And soil themselves in the shadow of his wrath.