Fighting has its place
In the home of a disagreeing couple
In the pursuit of justice
But only a fool chooses battle before and discarding all else
When, you foolish Christian soldiers
Did you hallucinate that passage of your Lord Jesus's good book
Where he tells you to kill in the name of a saviour
Who preached that the Lion and Lamb would lie down together?
Holy rood guides you to beat ploughshares into swords
And edit the so-called Word of God to a screed of hate and fear
When the Lamb comes, you will slaughter it
Feed its still-warm flesh to the Lion
Congratulate yourself on a victory well and fairly won
I know when you speak of hate and violence
You see Jesus smashing the tables of the money lenders
But that, as he said, was an exception
An action taken in his own house
So too may you hate Gays, or Blacks, or Jews
In the comfort of your own churches
But this country, this world
They are not yours
I am not yours, to chastise and correct
Not for me the sting of your lash
Or your harsh tongue
What would Jesus do?
I think he would weep, and never cease
To be ashamed of you
A POEM by Jen Frankel. Use the search engine at the top to learn more about Frankel. OR CLICK HERE and read her BIO!
Bloodsport
