27 Nov 2016 – Sonnet

Tight-fisted fear says “feed your own face first!
Since God helps those who help themselves, I’ll help
myself! I got here first! What could the thirst
of mongrel races, with their filth whelps,
mean to a man? Diseased and godless dregs
deserve to be shipped home! Why would we let
that riff-raff in? We need a wall! Need regs
and rules we keep! A fist of iron! Real balls!”
But Jesus said… who cares a rat’s ass now
what Jesus said, or did, or thinks of them,
so long as it’s his logo on their brow,
and his religion doesn’t ask for skin?
Cheap grace runs down the gutters of our streets!
Who wants to get that shit-mess on their feet?