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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