The Palinites came from far and wide
to anoint their Northern queen and
sit her upon a throne of great power.
She left the Northern lights and fled
into the desert. There she lived like
a queen; lavishly. Far from the poor.
She was anointed the standard bearer
of a truth that neither pitied the poor
nor visited the widow. There was no
compassion for those appointed to die.
She charged much gold for others to
behold her and to be in her presence.
She preached the gospel of Sarah. She
peverted the true gospel of good news.
She prepared her caravan. Pomp and
ceremony went before her coronation.
The Palinites waved their fronds bowing
at her display of great wealth and power.
She chose as her crown rare, costly jewels.
Our Savior wore a painful crown of thorns.
The Lord has not blessed her coronation…