The Beatitudes
We worship God in stained-glass palaces.
We eat His flesh and pray, "O God bless ME!"
We drink His blood from golden chalices
And thank the Lord for our prosperity.
Old Jesus preached, "Blest are the poor and meek"
And said that we should love our enemies.
He said that when we help the very weak,
We're serving in the highest of degrees.
"Are they MY poor?" is our primary creed.
"For God helps those who help themselves," we say.
And when we make some weaker nation bleed,
Our pulpits ring, "God bless the U.S.A."
If life's a cutthroat war to stay ahead,
Then Nietzsche's right to preach that God is dead.