My Son, i am counting on you.
All heaven is counting on you to save me
to save the truth of my Word
the foundation of the world
to snuff out all those who claim
to speak in my name
as they speak blasphemy
as they encourage roving bands
of anarchists and so-called
liberation theologians and their ilk
who claim that justice is what they say it is
when of course there is no justice
without the peace i decree,
the peace of people being led
and ruled by you and others
of enormous strength
ruthless resilience in the face of danger
who know they and they alone
define freedom and liberty
in the correct, dare i say godly, way.
You know, i thought Abraham
would get it right, then Moses, Jesus and Paul
—my greatest disappointments.
i thought Luther might be the one
for a brief moment or Calvin
but no they were weak each of them,
allowing forces of deceit
to make claims i cannot accept.
Then came the resisters from
those s—t hole parts of the world
who pronounced their version of truth,
what they called the word of liberation.
All it did, as you have so clearly said,
is to encourage lawless bands
of rapists, drug and people smugglers
to invade the sacred precincts
of the one true holy land
north of the Rio Grande.
And now this Joe
and his faithless sidekick Kamala
(i ask you, what sort of name is that?)
the ones who will kill me off
the ones who will destroy
what is left of my kingdom
they will burn all the Bibles—
bless you, my Son, for standing tall
with the holy book—
the King James Version
the true original language
i dictated to all the scribes of long ago—
in front of that so-called house of worship
near the holy of holies, the White House,
where lawless rowdy bands
pretended to care about the blacks
when all they wanted was to slash and burn
what does not belong to them.
You are so right, my dear one,
if those two are elected
there will be no more me.
Save me, save us, my Son!
Note: I wrote this poem in response to the claim by the President that “there will be no God” if Biden is elected. Some may see the poem as sacrilegious but I see it as Holy Sacrilege, standing up to someone who uses God as a prop, as a toy to advance his own interests.