Confessions
If there comes a day
when the preacher's politicians
control the state
Phinehas will rise from his grave
round up the gays
and send them down
to Guantanamo Bay
to entertain the Muslims.
The Kingdom's minions
will hammer in the heads
of our tender young
the creation in seven drub
social welfare is evil
and God's top ten rules.
Which I must say
rules are meant to be broken.
And if that day comes
when our children must pray
and Jesus is the only way
I and my liberal
secular humanist
co-conspirators
will be taken out back
beaten naked and shot
for refusing to accept
that Christ died for us.
Or worse yet
sent to a re-eduction camp
to sing Cumbaya.
Unless, of course
we move to Canada.
Dean Walker
Copyright © Dean Walker | Year Posted 2005
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