Born again, praise the Lord,
Jesus is my friend.
When I die I’ll go to heaven,
my life will never end.
If it’s true it’s in the Bible
Mathew, Mark, Luke and John
for the answers we are liable
to move this world along.
I want a life that’s simple
that will really set me free
to do what I want when I want-
that’s my new theology.
Born again, praise the Lord,
Jesus is my friend.
When I die I’ll go to heaven,
my life will never end.
I don’t love that other Jesus,
Jesus of Galilee,
who asked us all to stand up tall
and to love humanity.
I don’t love that other Jesus,
who’d turn the other cheek,
who would fight the rich and powerful
for the humble and the meek.
Born again, praise the Lord,
Jesus is my friend.
When I die I’ll go to heaven,
my life will never end.
I don’t love that other Jesus,
who spurned the money makers.
I’ve fallen for a new God,
the God of the money takers.
The poor are down, they’re down and out
and the homeless have no clout.
None of the struggling find a friend.
So don’t ask for charity- it may offend.
Born again, praise the Lord,
Jesus is my friend.
When I die I’ll go to heaven,
my life will never end.
Amerika’s war in Iraq
I hide in the rubble of your conscience,
each bomb you drop implodes your invincibility
as rats tire of eating decomposing bodies,
then turn and gnaw at your humanity.
Whilst maggots invade the ears of the dead
your words are drowned in your insensibility.
In the wake of the carnage survivors strive to survive:
smashed dreams, children’s screams - many barely alive.
If only your overwhelming military strength
was matched by an equally strong morality.
You are belittled by your assumed superiority,
exposed like a tarnished, peeling trinket,
you slyly confuse economic gain with liberty
as you try to impose your tawdry democracy.
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