Turn the Other Cheek
turn that other cheek, figurative and sweet
then shoot 'em in the back, knock 'em off his feet
sheath that sword of truth, dull and rusted
then bury a bullet in the brain, it can't be trusted
watch those guardians descend unseen
then rain down rockets red, all the good you mean
say a prayer for a piece, heavenly and rich
then clamor for a curse, go to hell you bitch
know the end is near, final and complete
then jump-start judgment with all you meet
2 comments:
Thanks for the poem.
We all do that, don't we? And it hurts a lot when someone does it to us.
You know, I was first thinking about this idea, and you'll appreciate this, in relation to the right to bear arms. It seems easy to dismiss or reconstruct biblical directives in either a figurative or literal interpretation to suit our own dispositions. It makes me think of something like Les Miserables or Gordon Wilson, and people who really take Christ's example seriously.
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