A Letter To Joseph Smith Poem by J. D. Martin

O Joseph Joseph how do I undo your great work?
The Mormon church you alone did birth.
You told God’s people, come follow after me.
You’re the prophet with the visions despite your polygamy.

I hear a sound, look, someone is knocking on the door.
I open to see, it’s your youth missionary corps.
They look me in the eye; tell me you’re a prophet of the truth.
*But we know better, ay Joseph, your devoid of good fruit


Joseph are crying? I am sobbing in the flesh.
These two young girls you turned into a messenger of death.
Their blind, their lame, and their crippled they can’t hear.
You have successively corrupted the bible
You made the gospel disappear.

I almost believe you tell you reached out for my wife.
I’d call your followers a church if they had a gospel life.
You use all my language; You’ve taken all my words
But what about the gospel you can’t feed with only curds.

You ask me to pray and take seriously your book.
I ask you to pray and to Jesus only look.
Forget all your works your temples and your rites
And look only to the savior through him you shall have life.
It’s too late for you Joseph, your sin has found your out
But for these two young girls; I pray the gospel will have sprout.


Alternative verse
*But we know better, ay Joseph, deceiver of the youth