In the year ‘07, on the 15th of May
Televangelist Jerry Falwell passed away
People considered to be well bred
Know it’s poor taste to bash the dead
However I must be honest and candid
I can’t think of anything good that man-did
Though I feel for his family who he held so dear
I’m unable to shed a politically correct tear
A constant consummate spinning machine
Spinning himself as Gods go-between
The rest of us, mere mortals, compared to Falwell
Who saw himself keeper of our country’s morale
He’d have us believe he conversed with God
Doubters saw through this spiritual façade
What will he say when he’s barred from heaven
For his bigoted evil reaction to nine-eleven
In ‘65 he said, “ Preachers do not have a calling
To be politicians”. An officious edict-most galling
His hypocritical turn-about in the year ‘76
“The Devils idea”, he said, “religion and politics don’t mix”
A theocratic puritanic takeover of our countrys power
His goal-to be leader-the man of the hour
For far right-wingers who could not with democracy blend
Falwell conceived The Moral Majority-the means to his end
Perhaps Falwell did not speak to God at all
Or Perhaps in Gods wisdom, God wasn’t enthralled
Though I feel for his family who he held so dear
I’m unable to shed a politically correct tear
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As usual, your rhyme as a bite to it, Stan...and I would agree with you on most of the poem. However, I would let God judge. I have no need to judge him. As for judging your poem, it is well-written and I especially like the echo about the 'politcally correct tear' in the last line. Raynette