Tear It Down – It Wasn’t Meant to Be This Way
A Song of Protestation
By Jane Tawel
January 25, 2020
You’ve built yourself a corporation.
You’ve fooled yourself there’s a Christian nation.
You think that all your protestation,
Will elevate your social station.
Convinced that you should make the choices,
And not those with small, weaker voices;
You vote for crooks, with Truth they toys-es,
While Wall Street wins, the Rich rejoices.
And every Sunday, you sit still,
And bank on gods who’ve paid your bills.
You never guess one day we will,
End up in earth’s decayed landfill.
Oh, hallelujah to the few,
Who look like me and talk like you,
But know if they do not stay true,
To live and die just like The Jew,
Who came as God, and as man, too.
For only those with His worldview,
Not those who rally from their pews,
Or preach rank lies, they call “good news”.
To those who take a different view,
Than we who feel entitled to,
Coerce the world to think and do,
As only we’re commanded to.
And while we turn the planet blue,
With smog, and trash, and nuclear stew,
The Ones that God’s committed to,
Have bid our cheap grace, “Bye! Adieu!”.
To you, my fellow traveler–
Well, I am meant to give and serve,
Just as the Man from Galilee,
Came down to earth to give to me,
A pattern for a better world
For every boy and every girl.
But it’s by “show”, and not by “tell”,
that Heaven reigns, defeating hell.
I protest not the choice I see,
In that him/her, or that he/she.
And Jesus never gave a treatise,
on what the rights are of a fetus.
I do not feel it is my right,
To use my nation’s warring might,
‘Gainst other folks in other lands,
With different kings on their newsstands.
No, I am to be set apart,
By how I live with mind and heart,
And how I work, and how I love,
To serve only The God Above.
And one day, I shall have My King,
And He will Then…