How about an almost timely reaction poem?
James Dobson was the latest in a long list of evangelical preachers who enriched themselves by preaching subjugation, oppression, and hate before finally exiting this mortal coil.
When he kicked it, I thought, “Boy, won’t he be surprised when he gets to where he’s going?”
I bet he was.
Free verse is my default poetic form, but even that has room for growth. I’ve been trying to play with and experiment with line breaks and format. I’ve been messing with stanzas, you could say.
Please enjoy my messy musings.
What a Surprise
Won’t he be surprised to find
the Jesus he preached for wealth
and the God he prayed to for power
and the Holy Ghost he sent to haunt
the believers and non-believers alike
don’t exist and never did
Won’t he be surprised to find
when he gets to the Hell he so
fervently believed in
that none of the people
he condemned to be there
are residents
Won’t he be surprised to find
nothing but friends and familiar faces
his whole beloved congregation there
and not a bank to deposit his earthly gains
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