I won’t build their pyramids

I won’t build their pyramids

A Poem by Maxwell Ryder

I will bend my knee no longer,
And she won’t get on two.
Kneeling time is over;
Coronation’s finally through.
Praying is so passé,
All it brought us was
Submission and pain;
Today we rope the moon
And heckle the sun-gods,
Charlatan Amon-Ras,
Scoffing our f**k-offs
For those who claimed
Could make it rain -
I won’t build their
pyramids under
the desert sun,
When all they’ve
Brought me was plague!
I have my own crypt
To construct.


© 2018 Maxwell Ryder


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I'm not sure what this means, but I love the way you deliver a "f**k-off" attitude in such an elevated & reasoned way. This reminds me of when I finally got old enuf (approaching 60) to realize I'd cowtowed my whole life & I'm done taking s**t from anyone now. There are some very satisfying phrases here: "praying is so passe" and the title, for sure! (((HUGS))) Fondly, Margie

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