Patricians have our best interests in mind. Administration is impartial, kind. Keeps us laughin’, keeps us singin’— And I’mHildegard of Bingen.
She gets it like she gets the working class; My head is nodding, up my Marxist ***. White woke wedding bells are ringin’ Happy Hildegard of Bingen.
Government will gladly redistribute. As our paychecks sing eternal tribute. Gangsta-leanin, frontin’, blingin: Chill with Hildegard of Bingen.
Icecaps, like medieval saints, are HOT. Climate is in crisis when it’s not . . . Global warning: winter’s springin’ Heating Hildegard of Bingen.
Intersectionality has meaning. Hormones lie, biology’s demeaning . Genderfluid queens are kingin’ Checkmate, Hildegard of Bingen.
Transnationals are cleaning up the mess; Their CEO’s have little to confess. Silver in the till, ka-chingin’ Profits Hildegard of Bingen.
Hildegard, the Moorish maiden, lauded. Wokeness smiled. Diversity applauded. Flames ascend and seraphim are wingin’ To the throne of Hildegard of Bingen.
Prompt #15: write a poem inspired by your favorite kind of music. That could mean incorporating refrains, neologisms and flights of whimsy, or repeating/inverting lines or ideas – whatever your chosen musical form would seem to require!