The Kings of the earth are men of might,
And cities are burned for their delight,
And the skies rain death in the silent night,
And the hills belch death all day!
But the King of Heaven, Who made them all,
Is fair and gentle, and very small;
He lies in the straw, by the oxen's stall --
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(“Kings” by Joyce Kilmer)
Begging forgiveness from the copyright holders and a multitude of secular humanists, I beg to offer what might not be great poetry, but strikes me as damn good and ironic insight, worthy of the season and all too descriptive of our own would-be “King of the Earth” who apparently thinks he’s already king of the United States.