My Sacred Wall

You say “Follow Jesus” on the conservative right,
“This nation’s a Christian one.” and you put up a fight.
You say “Jesus is the one for me and you.”
You say “God has chosen ones, based on what you do.”

You say “Love is the greatest power of all.”
While you post your pages of hatred
Upon the Sacred Wall.

You say gays go to hell and
Burn for all of time,
For wanting to married the one they love,
Like you’ve married yours and I’ve married mine.

You say this country means
Equality and freedom for all,
And then you post your pages of hatred
upon the Sacred Wall.

You tell me to believe that Jesus is
the truth, the way, the light.
You tell me to read your book and see
how he helped the poor,
feed them, gave them hope
(all for free)
Then you cut and limit welfare,
And blame poverty on the dope.

Shanty towns, tent cities and all the rest,
Soup kitchens, the homeless ones,
America at it’s best.
You saved the rich, to hell with the rest…

Manipulate with your billions,
Help the rich with your trillions,
Scare the hell out of the millions,
And all the while you hold your book up,
You make me want to throw up…

Don’t you know?
You bring hope to a crawl when you
post your pages of hatred
Upon the sacred wall.

You rant and rave about the demise
Of how the country was meant to be,
A Christian one – then what a surprise –
Guantanamo detainee.

Water boarding and medieval torture,
What Would Jesus Do?
Lament the rise of democracy? Or it’s fall?
You post your fear based pages of hatred
Upon the sacred wall.

Ok, I read your book,
One hundred fifty two times,
And his hands, they did heel:
Their bodies, their spirits – their minds!
I notice he charged no one,
Not pennies, not nickels nor dimes.

But when we want healthcare for all,
You say to the poor “Go get bent!”
And run around screaming and yelling
As if universal healthcare was Devil sent…

You tell me about Jesus and I should live like him,
He healed the sick, cured them, gave them sight.
He did it of his own free will and he did it right!
But when it comes to healthcare for us all,
You battle against the good work attempted on the Mall,
And hang your signs of hatred upon the sacred wall.

And then you wonder and to me you say:
“Why haven’t you prayed to Jesus today?”
So now I will tell you one and all,
“I will not post pages of hatred upon my Sacred Wall.”

Robert John Emory
August 5, 2009