In western climes
Evangelical Christianity
Seems deeply behooven
To monied destruction
Where greed in god is good.
Bounty descends
On “those who have a go”
Rubbing the speculative varnish
On the bullish godhead
That smiles serenely
On their burgeoning wealth.
‘how good is that’:
The mojo
That modern Christian’s riff.
The poor give
In per caritas
The wealthy horde
And smite the ill begotten
As the drug addled
Idle folk
That always haunt
Their gated communities: begone!
‘how good is that’:
The mojo
That modern Christian’s riff.
Jobs are plentiful
Part-time, poorly paid:
Bested as welfare
As the burgeoning substratum
Wearily exchanges
Wellbeing and benefit
For the glad hand
Of the surly contractor
Chasing each quarter
In regulation asides
Isolated and undefended.
‘how good is that’:
The mojo
That modern Christian’s riff.
To be poor is to sin
Against the god of greed
Now, that 'new' testament
Is so brutally unshackled
With fundamental discord
As the god of the ages
Restores the truly vengeful:
Righteous
Wary
Untrusting
Deeply unforgiving.
‘how good is that’:
The mojo
That modern Christian’s riff.
Immenso Jehovah
Summons deification
Whistling forth a plundered land
Sourly dispossessing its poor
For the shanky construction
Of vast vestibular tollways
That drain his tithe
Into the broad flow
Of those never ending Pharisees
The glorified developers on high
Who build his towering temples.
‘how good is that’:
The mojo
That modern Christian’s riff.
In his image
Cracked with age and weariness
Clad in unforgiving fire
This old god gives men and temples
Unending profit and protection.
In turn, they summon
His anger and greed
And rejoice, once more, in their swelling fecundity.
‘how good is that’:
The mojo
That modern Christian’s riff.
October 2019
Gar Jones
Evangelical Christianity
Seems deeply behooven
To monied destruction
Where greed in god is good.
Bounty descends
On “those who have a go”
Rubbing the speculative varnish
On the bullish godhead
That smiles serenely
On their burgeoning wealth.
‘how good is that’:
The mojo
That modern Christian’s riff.
The poor give
In per caritas
The wealthy horde
And smite the ill begotten
As the drug addled
Idle folk
That always haunt
Their gated communities: begone!
‘how good is that’:
The mojo
That modern Christian’s riff.
Jobs are plentiful
Part-time, poorly paid:
Bested as welfare
As the burgeoning substratum
Wearily exchanges
Wellbeing and benefit
For the glad hand
Of the surly contractor
Chasing each quarter
In regulation asides
Isolated and undefended.
‘how good is that’:
The mojo
That modern Christian’s riff.
To be poor is to sin
Against the god of greed
Now, that 'new' testament
Is so brutally unshackled
With fundamental discord
As the god of the ages
Restores the truly vengeful:
Righteous
Wary
Untrusting
Deeply unforgiving.
‘how good is that’:
The mojo
That modern Christian’s riff.
Immenso Jehovah
Summons deification
Whistling forth a plundered land
Sourly dispossessing its poor
For the shanky construction
Of vast vestibular tollways
That drain his tithe
Into the broad flow
Of those never ending Pharisees
The glorified developers on high
Who build his towering temples.
‘how good is that’:
The mojo
That modern Christian’s riff.
In his image
Cracked with age and weariness
Clad in unforgiving fire
This old god gives men and temples
Unending profit and protection.
In turn, they summon
His anger and greed
And rejoice, once more, in their swelling fecundity.
‘how good is that’:
The mojo
That modern Christian’s riff.
October 2019
Gar Jones