Kum Ba Yah

Kum Ba Yah

(“He will oppose himself to everything that people call a god or make an object of worship; he will put himself above them all, so that he will sit in the Temple of God and proclaim that he himself is God.” 2 Thessalonians 2:4)

Another brag cracks the theater curtain and the followspot
aims through the theatrical smoke to produce one more mouth-sized
deceit staging its newly aged last day promise to cure cancer
and bad breath; our millenium’s elixir, snake-oil and QVC--a
perfect pair to merchandise religious fakery. The litany is
echoed without offense, since, without sense at all, it is a potpourri
of every wish without a mendicant’s objection.

We worship God and country
(does anyone leap to protest?)
and disguise national borders in
choir robes keeping pagans out and holding the elite
American Holy and Republican Democratic Society of
the First-Born of many in;
until we declare what we’ve been taught to beware,
the Late Great Planet might be Taken to the dance
sometime in Late December 1012 (read the papers, they’ll
report our near misses).

So, while bible-algebraics strain to make each chapter of Daniel
align with John’s Great Vision, (putting Russia and Communism
in their place,
The righteous USA disgraced, misplaced or embraced by God
first before any other little bitty nation (depending on which
arithmetic you read);

While they forecast their dates and identified the traits of the next
sure to be anti-christ wannabe,

I’ll light me an autumn bonfire, put my feet up on an old wet log,
sit back in the yellow armchair with one strap nearly broken and
sing Kum Ba Yah just like I did when all I knew was it meant
“Jesus, ‘Come by Hear’”, and “Come by Hear” is all I meant.