Good Luck To You. Goodbye.

Following my nose, I grabbed my bag and hit the street.
Trying not to step upon the cracks in the concrete.
Some habits do die hard, it seems. And some they never do.
Just hang on tight and hope that they don’t get the best of you.

The scent that I was following had made me turn my head
I thought to run away from it but walked toward it instead.
I found a fire was smoldering, and bellows they did blow.
A testament to God above, sent from the crowd below.

A blonde haired, blue eyed man of God now stood upon the stairs.
He spoke of times that never were and claimed the past was theirs.
Unwavering uncertainty drew faithful to his word.
I stood in disbelief and thought it all to be absurd.

But as the crowd surged forward then, I knew it was no joke.
The man of God distracted them with mirrors and with smoke.
As he invoked the saviors name and as his voice grew higher
The faithful drifted to his words as moths are drawn to fire.

Those followers went near and far to spread the words they heard -
The line between their faith and politics completely blurred.
And then their lightning pierced the sky and thunder split the air
Replacing hope and freedom with oppression and despair.

And as I watched the ground grow black there in the fire’s wake,
It staggered me how deep the wound and how much was at stake.
I cannot understand why people need to be so cruel;
How Mammon burns within the heart and uses faith for fuel

The last time I saw Jesus he was waiting for a train
He shook his head and said to me, “It’s really quite insane.
The shit that’s going down ‘round here, I don’t know what to say.
I never would have thought of twisting words in such a way.”

“People only hear the things they really want to hear.
Intolerance and hatred generally spring forth from fear.
I guess it goes to show you how intentions go awry.
So sorry for the trouble caused. Good luck to you. Goodbye.”

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