He has risen....?

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Alleluia

 

You write it without irony

 

He is risen. He is risen indeed.

 

You, named for the son of Isaac and father of Israel

 

You are not worthy of the name

 

Do you think Jesus would approve 

Of you?

Really?

 

When you vote against feeding kids

 

Kids going hungry cause of your policies?

 

And you call it ‘cheap politics’,

 

or when you call food bank use ‘rather uplifting’?

 

Did you not think that the only reason

 

Food banks exist

 

Was cause of your policies?

 

Good luck getting into heaven.

You’ll need it.

 

 

Happy Easter,

 

You write.

 

A time of new hope, you say,

 

of brighter days ahead.

 

You, named for the glory of battle?

 

Get those words out of your mouth.

 

Happy is it, for the 126,000 of the country who’ve died of a virus

 

You allowed to spread?

 

Happy for the £126,000 of our money that you gave to a lover

 

Whose legs you spread?

 

Did you forget about the moneylenders in the temple?

 

Do you think Jesus approves of that?

 

Of you leaving your cancer-ridden wife?

 

Of your indetermined number of kids?

 

I’m not sure Saint Peter would be overly impressed.

 

Are you?

 

 

Aye, though,

 

Underneath all this

 

The facts are that people, people who love their families

 

And teach their kids to share their sweets

 

And that magic is real

 

And that you can be

 

Anything you want to be

 

These same people hate immigrants and Europe and other people

 

Other people who live a little bit too far away

 

Or whose melanin pigmentation is different

 

These same people

 

Lift up their hands

 

And draw a cross

 And draw

a cross