Pat Robertson, I Hate You
â€œâ€¦they got together and swore a pact to the devil. They said, ‘We will serve you if you will get us free from the prince.’ True story. And so the devil said, ‘Ok itâ€™s a deal.â€
– Pat Robertson on The 700 Club explaining Haitiâ€™s 2010 earthquake
You are a dink, a swallop, a wanker.
I hate you the way Jesus forgives.
I hate the way you hold your hands up when you pray.
You are pointing a finger at the heavens, Pat Robertson.
Who raised you, Pat Robertson?
I would like to hold her,
feed her sweet things,
tell her not to be so afraid.
Itâ€™s possible that she herself made
some kind of deal,
some kind of pact
Donâ€™t deny it, itâ€™s possible:
she traded you.
I just canâ€™t believe it, Pat Robertson,
that the Lord would hate a people so much,
a whole people: their affects and idioms,
their first-born sons and golden teeth,
that the earth would shake.
You are old, Pat Robertson.
I heard once
that, in your heart,
hating someone is the same
as committing murder.
I was young
but I remember.
Poem by Stephanie M. Glazier
Glazier recently interviewed Michigan poet Thomas Lynch of Milford for Mittenlit which you can read here.