Honour thy father who slaughters his brother
Love be thy neighbor you slander with rumor
Walk pass the begar you will not break bread with
But worship the idols whose wealth reeks of avarice
And the son who paid for the debts of mankind
Cries as his pain is sold as vain merchandise
In the churches of gold where the profits are green
And the tv preachers ride jets and white limousines
The horsemen ride on the heels of the ignorant
Riding out of the valley of sodom and silicon
Where the powerful preach to their mindless legions
Through the folly of fury buries logic and reason
The fishermen rot as the red seas have plastic
Philistines and swine tattle their idle Commandments
While mountains crumble and the kingdom has fallen
As the apple has rotten the serpent stands laughing
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem