Poem

Re-dedication? Cease exploitation! Dedicate yourselves To defend the low-stationed. Rededicate? I hate your “fasts.” Won’t hear your supplication Over the cries of those you’ve chained To stop illegal immigration. Oh, you’d like a Christian country? Then try this rededication: Sell all you have And give it to the poor across the nation. Take every gun And melt it to a plow to fight starvation. Make every congregation Known for love, not condemnation. Rededicate? Until widows, orphans, refugees Are cared for, there’s no point. Unless you turn in dust and ash, I will never anoint All you’ve dared to claim My Name for I won’t spare your greedy land I won’t bless your “Christian” country Til you open up your hands To feed the hungry, House the homeless, Clothe the naked, Serve the Lord, Bless the migrant, Love you neighbor, Or else, what’s a nation for? So, if you dare, rededicate Your nation to the Cross, But, take care, before you do Repent! And count the cost.

(to the tune of “The Fate of Ophelia” by Taylor Swift) [Verse 1] I heard you whisper on the megaphone You said the shots were all a hoax As legend has it, you were nearly gone But here you are, back in the throat [Pre-Chorus] And if the doctors quit on me We’ll see a nineteenth-century repeat I swore my loyalty to facts (Facts), the vax (The vax), and I (I) Right before the truth got quiet ...