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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