Fake Jesus

In the shadow of steeples, rebranded and bright,
Where crosses are cushions and sermons polite,
A new god emerges, all hugs and no bite,
He loves every sinner, and treasures their spite.

Jesus the ally, with rainbow-hued grace,
Marches for Hamas, in the riot’s embrace,
Cheers on the terrorists, blesses their case,
For love knows no borders, no wrong to erase.

Release the wild killers, let prisons swing wide,
The violent roam free, with compassion as guide.
Homeless encampments flood streets like a tide,
In squalor where mercy and chaos collide.

The marches ignite, with flames in the night,
Riots as rituals, destruction’s delight.
Media spin webs, turning wrong into right,
Twisting the truth till the darkness seems light.

Lawfare’s the gospel, accusations the prayer,
Kangaroo courts where the innocent snare.
Politicians preach envy, their tongues laced with care
Slander and fraud, corruption laid bare.

Their creed is of hate wrapped in suicidal embrace,
Empathy’s poison, devouring the race.
No judgment from heaven, no holiness trace,
Just tolerance blooming in evil’s warm space.

This deity smiles on the foul and the vile,
Niceness the idol, forgiveness the guile.
No truth in his throne, no wrath in his style.
It’s not God they worship, but the devil’s sly smile.