Sunday, February 7, 2016

Madeleine, O Madeleine

Madeleine, O Madeleine

Lecture them Maddie, O lecture them well,
Those young women who don’t fall in line.
With party rhetoric meant to overwhelm
Them, as if rotten grapes fallen from the vine.

 There is a place for all in her party,
Just one place actually, for like schools of thought.
Diversity in this case is not hearty
With branches differently brought.

Religion and politics dare mix
When politicians wax wrecklessly with theology.
The many mansions in my Father’s house is the fix;
Scolding and oppressing young sisters tests Maddie’s own soteriology.

If “there’s a special place in hell
For women who don’t help each other,”
There’s a complementary comparison as well.
Like the party, hell has no diversity and will smother?

Madeleine, O Madeleine,
We know what you’re thinking.
Your young women have not fallen in line
 And friend Hillary’s future is sinking.

Madeleine, O Madeleine, hell hath no fury
Like a scorned candidate’s pride.
Perhaps a young women’s jury
Is saying farewell as William mourns his desperate bride.



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