The Holy Gathering Poem by Keith Ricardo Williams

hear ye
hear ye
gather one, and all
come to this royal ball
satisfaction for you all
they’ll be dancing, romancing, people with glee
one glorious grand party
the king, and all royalty
invites those who live in poverty
they’ll be food, and drink
poets to make you think
a jester to cause laughter
no pain hereafter
from this point forward
this is my final decree
that all this kingdom
shall live like me
no more homeless
no more poverty
if anyone shall deny this
they shall answer to me
all races, all religions in harmony
all angels rise it’s so heavenly
my name is god
believe in me