He died for magic underwear
and clubbing baby seals
He died for low-cost child-care
and toys in Happy Meals
He died for pedophile priests
and hepatitis C
He died for lavish Christmas feasts
and football on TV
He died for lengthy waiting lines
and cash-back guarantees
He died for buried Claymore mines
and artificial knees
He died for evolution
and he died for Harvard law
He died for noise pollution
and he died for the chain-saw
He died for 9-11
and the hapless detainee
He died for dogs in heaven
and he died for you and me.
As an atheist I don't believe in the existence of Christ - at least in a 'son of God' manner. But, if he really died, he probably died mostly to leave a world where people continued to twist his words to suit their means for centuries.. Thanks for sharing Brian..
So you are talking about Christ. I see this poem as highlighting the complexity of religion and the difficulty or challenge of faith in a world that contains the absurd, the heartbreaking, and the downright mundane. BTW...I am extremely thankful for artificial knees...I made need them someday. ;) TFS.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
well.....................uh, maybe. but perhaps this is just a joke/exercise in rhyming? ? ? and nice rhyming btw. perhaps it is not about Christ as others have surmised. the Easter Bunny? Santa? Goliath? Lincoln? Smokey the Bear [is he still alive? ]? whoever it is/was that did die, that he had a reason.....is a lie. i think he died simply from old age, so turn your poetry book to a new page.... and write about THAT! bri :)