Mantra for those who refuse

We do not care what Jesus says;
our enemies are our enemies,
we will not love them.

We do not care what Jesus says,
when we forgive
we shall keep count.

We do not care what Jesus says;
we will store for ourselves treasure
upon this earth. We may need it one day.

We do not care what Jesus says,
our neighbour will have to stand in line;
as will the kingdom.

We do not care what Jesus says,
we will seek revenge upon those who slight or injure us;
the turning of cheeks is for wimps and losers.

We do not care what Jesus says;
anger is useful and we shall cultivate it;
along with anxiety and fear.

We do not care what Jesus says;
we will judge the unworthy,
we will not give our stuff away,
we will not weep
or walk an extra mile.
We will only make peace
when it is to our advantage,
and we will not play the servant,
except where ceremony demands.
We will not welcome strangers.

We do not care what Jesus says;
we will not drink of his cup,
nor will we eat
of him.

© Ken Rookes 2013
Not written as a poem for Lent or the Passion, but then again. . .