there is no dog-gone Jesus
like the American Jesus
big and strong
with hundred yard dash
he built a dam
he built a railroad
he drives a Cadillac
or a pick-up truck
on the highway system he built
he washed the feet
of a pretty girl
in his bed
in his motel room
by the side of the highway
system he built
I think you could go a lot further with this idea- a lot more detail- quite a list poem. (however that highway system is in decay)
Jimi! I wish I had written this. Sharp, incisive and edgy. Brilliant. On my poem list. (8 so far) kudos.
Why did you write this? Here is my thought. There is no such thing as the American Jesus. Jesus' nationality is not of this world or its kingdom. This could be an American view of Jesus. But if it is the true Jesus you knew, the one and only, you would not write this about him. He is loving and honest and speaks gently even to those who hate him.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
I love the smart assery and the brevity of this poem. It flows well, and it shows that you know what you're doing with your work, that is to say, you're not writing blindly. Nice work.