American Jesus – The Worship of Oil
Dear American Jesus, you’ve anointed us with oil,
And we’re grateful for this blessing as we fight on foreign soil.
You’re steadfast in your mission, making war without a fear
That the truth will have us question what you said to bring us here.
Now it’s the military mothers who are sinners in our land
For no child of theirs’ will die to buy your wartime business plan.
Your disciples, ah you have them, and you have your Judas too
But he’s turned upon the people and his pledge has gone to you.
Our elections will continue to be bought and sold by those
Whose pocketbooks buy favor where the wealthy donor goes.
We watch as nature vanishes, healthy waters disappear
But for Raptures does it matter when the end is surely near?
As leadership by gospel spreads across our nation’s land
We’re more divided than united, since this Jesus took command.
Received in Amerindia from a US citizen. This poem may be freely copied and distributed in any form. – The Queen of Amerindia