Where is Good King Wenceslas when you need him?
My just published feminist crime thriller is titled Reptiles begins with Toad Patrol. The amphibians in Bagley Woods are benign, the reptiles are snake in the grass humans.
Advent is when we look forward but in my Christmas carol, (below) I ask
How had this come to pass?
A Christmas Carol by Sylvia Vetta.
(Where is Good King Wenceslas when you need him)
Donald had an ambition: a modest proposal.
To be president was not enough.
He wanted a crown: to be King Donald.
All around him had to flatter him
and bow the knee.
King Donald desired a palace of gold
so gilded the White House,
to reflect his glorious image.
But that was not enough.
He wanted more.
He devised a cunning plan
to become emperor of all he could see.
He’d demand ransoms from the whole world,
but offer concessions to those who prostrated at his feet.
The first to scramble there was Keir Starmer.
Some tried to keep their dignity & felt his rage.
That was still not enough, he needed prizes.
The Nobel was his dream.
He offered his friend Vladimir all he desired
for just one thing: he stops bombing Ukraine.
He desired more. To become a godlike Caligula,
Donald clothed himself in ignorance.
The emperor god to be worshipped not admired.
It mattered not that he called truth, lies
and facts, false news.
Reporters came to the palace to fawn on his every word.
But some women saw his nakedness
and deigned to ask questions.
Emperor Donald flew into a rage.
‘Are you stupid, Piggy’ he fumed.
Only Epstein’s slave women should enter his presence.
The Emperor god was infallible.
Creatures from a planet far, far away watched.
They had no illusions about humankind but
knew their religions taught man to cherish the earth.
They shook their antennae and exchanged learned papers.
How had it come to pass, that this emperor of greed, sleaze and ignorance ruled that world?