Opiate Gift – a poem by Princess Nefertiti
Craftily to a catnip had we stalked
To the same cabal and their crew
All our votes to the treasured deck
As we gathered for their opiate gift.
A few handshakes of rice and bills
We gave out our powers in present
And for a dinner at dead men’s
We sundered our future to more of
Where you find each and everyone
Years a bum and now a knight-
Cruising in and out our naked fronts
Draining the pipes that line our
Into their private, oil wells.
A hundred years of wretch and
Such is the journey of our giant state
Where the sun has set the plebeian
Against the darkness of their own
Now every life measures a blank
As the aimless wandering of mad
What of the promise of the grand
To a fairer house than living hell?
But we fumble and wobble through
A human herd to the slaughterhouse
All might is with power gone and
Save this bitter pill alone:
That you never again may jump at
Toward an opiate gift.