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Conversation Between Bush and God
Rejoice! The day is come when every soul,
His placement for eternity to take
And due reward bestowed his earthly role,
Learns what pronouncement God for him shall make.
Now, having been called "Mr. President"
By doting throngs, Bush steps up to the fore,
For Heav'n should follow earthly precedent
And saints, like press, should worship and adore.
Just then, a mighty angel bellows out:
"You there! You with the smirk and beady eyes,
Get back in line! lest you would dare to flout
My ready spear, from which the devil flies."
Affronted that the spirit knows him not,
Bush bids the minister his lips to read:
"You obviously don't realize who you got:
My name is Bush, men follow where I lead!
I warred on Evil, hunted terrorists,
Promoted Christian values every day
And shackled in Guantanamo men's wrists,
Showing to all the world the American way."
With that the angel's countenance grows calm.
"Scourge of Iraq and of the Palestine?
'Tis not my place to do your person harm
But expedite your bid to cut in line.
Myself in haste will take you to the Lord
Who waits impatiently 'till you appear.
Saints in assembly too are keen to hear
What recompense your exploits shall afford."
Bush then is led toward a rainbow light,
A vast expanse, and over it, a throne
Of sapphire, on which sits a figure bright
Who speaks like water rushing over stone.
All Heaven to his glory homage shows,
With throngs of saints and angels choiring praise,
But seeing what shall unfold there, silence grows
To hear the Lamb of God, Ancient of Days.
"Let Judgment of the sheep and goats begin,
The former into Paradise and light,
The latter, for the punishment of sin,
Into the kingdom of eternal night."
With squinting eyes, George proffers forth his hand:
"Congratulations God, that you chose me
To sit in partnership and rule the land,
Though you should teach your guards more courtesy!"
A gasp through the assembled throng is heard
At such audacity that slander brings,
That with presumptive word upbraids the Word
Who made the world, its creatures, and all things.
"Of Gabriel, my servant true, you speak,"
Thunders the voice of God, "whose swiftest flight
Foretold good news,
who comes to them who seek,
Bringing encouragement to hearts contrite.
But to my messages that he conveyed,
You paid no heed, nor when my prophets did entreat.
Nor would your bloody hand from war be stayed.
Think you, that did usurp your earthly seat,
I should allow that such an ass intrude
Into fair Heaven and her realms entire?
When I was hungry, you withheld me food,
When I was naked, you refused attire,
I thirsted yet you took away my drink
And when I sickened, you cared not for me
But shut me up in prison. Do you think,
When you denied me, I shall welcome thee?"
"But Lord, when did I do these things to you?
Look at my countless acts of charity
To shower my corporate friends the favored few
With gifts, and clothe them with immunity."
"Even the sinners love those who love them!
Those weren't my children you were raising up
But snakes and broods of vipers to condemn,
Who'll never drink of the ambrosial cup.
And more, you starved the people of Iraq,
Inflicted them with illness and disease,
Then followed up with unprovoked attack
To hurt me as you hurt the least of these.
"But Lord, you got me wrong, I did not act
To injure christians who belong to you.
Collateral damage is war's simple fact
And those who suffered weren't of Heaven's crew."
"You fool! You err because you do not know
The scriptures.
It is written: 'Do not say
Who shall ascend or who be cast below.'
What mortal may presume my part to play?
My sons and daughters, in mine image made,
People the earth. You could have done them good,
But that a shepherd's mission was betrayed
While you inflicted all the harm you could.
I know your heart: to be like God in power,
To rule an Empire and your praises tell,
So nations bow to thee and kingdoms cower.
Such were the thoughts of Satan ere he fell.
'Now is the end of the aggressor's reign,
His wicked scepter broken, which in ire
Subdued the nations with unceasing pain
And struck down peoples with relentless fire.'
I see your dull wit cannot grasp my theme
So as you're led to the abyssal brink,
Abandon any hope of Heaven's dream,
For here's my Veto in celestial ink."
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