This election year I'd to be like Wallace Steven's
High Toned Old Christian Woman
but I'm ever so confused.
How can I love my neighbor as myself and
bring myself to punch him in the face?
I'm willing to mash old folks under the wheels
by snatching up their meds,
by how can we afford all those buses?
The man from Galilee said not to judge
and to care for folks who need it
but he surely wasn't talking to you or me!
Really now!
The good book says, 'Blessed are the peace makers',
So I guess I'll put on a short-sleeved shirt,
head for the local gunnery
and buy me a Colt 45.
Oh dear, I sure hope that's enough
to make me a Christian conservative.
Tell me please,
am I missing anything?
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
You covered it pretty well. Jesus was a liberal.