When Jesus Comes

When Jesus comes,
the Christians say:
there’ll be redemption on that day.
With fires to fan the flames of hell,
and floods to quell the thirst of man.

Too long the self-elect have waited
too long have they defended…
this privatised heaven
in a system that’s long been one-ended.

And so we wait,
from this to the next.
Passing our days with hopes for direct contact…
Praying for that divine moment.
What the peddlers call…
the God-Component.

With our pitchforks and assegais made sharp,
the second start will find us at the ready…
for the spoils of a war we’ve been fighting;
rewards for all the wrongs we’ve been righting.

We needed salvation, and so we bought it.
Broke their backs with our tooth and nail for it…
for the justification promised on this day,
For the jealous leadership of one way.

When Jesus comes,
the Christians say:
there’ll be redemption on that day.
With fires to ignite the spark of man,
and waters to quench the thirst of hell.

Namaste