Profit

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Andrea Gibson - Non-Music, Poetry (Literature)

Profit

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Jesus was a revolutionary a prophet His mother Mary was a goddess Still neither could have prophesized the dark that is now upon us Since the Christian right went wrong Now white men drop bombs in the name of a faith born from a song of thou shall not kill left the will of their god unheard every word ignored in the name of profit While it was their prophet who broke bread with the poor walked on bare feet Now they're still talking the path of their God but they're walking the path of their greed Preaching do unto others as you would have them do unto you but they've painted their cross red white and blew 140,000 Japanese people away in one day see they will always be their brothers' keepers as long as their brothers are rich and white You only have to look at the facts death row is black Those clothes on American backs sewn by brown hands in lands they've made theirs for the taking raping whole cultures while proclaiming themselves holy but there are holes in their truth so deep Jesus would weep for His own name being like that Christian means Christ-like and Christ was neither white nor like this Neither white nor like your so-called Christian right (there's no such thing as a right wing wings are made for angels and I'm yet to see a halo on your head blasphemy defines the things you've said) Quoting scripture amidst your war cry your belly full and warm while millions die beneath the weight of your sins and there are days I'm ashamed to wear the color of your skin there are days I'm ashamed I ever prayed to the same god as you but really I don't believe I did I don't believe that's true Because Christian means Christ-like and Christ was not like you not like this wasn't bound to the cross wearing combat boots and clenched fists Tonight the world wails an unbearable suffering and you are the thorns and nails How many more will you crucify with your white lies deeming yourself supreme and above when your God's love is the last thing you've ever lived by Better cross your heart and hope you die a peaceful death before Jesus comes back finds his way to NBC and CBS calls you out on all war you been living and all the peace you been talking Now that would be some reality TV worth watching

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  • Andrea Gibson