THREE “HOLIDAY POEMS”
THREE “HOLIDAY POEMS”
By
David Gottfried
FUNDAMENTALISM
The words have withered on the vine
The colors cleaned by turpentine
Water comes from what was wine
Three dumb men have come to dine
Unleavened bread cannot be found
Your bloody wine does not astound
The silly priests have now ungowned
The pious prayers are not profound
The shofar shouts but is quite mute
The papal bulls are neutered, moot
The Incense burns just to pollute
No mortal sins can they commute
The Imam conquers and he kills
We all regress to fish with gills
The witches burn on all the grills
The Middle Ages have sequels
EAT OF MY BODY AND BLOOD
I am the stuff of god
Dispassioned toward the ransom levied on my life
Onto the cruciform scaffold I rise
My Father died and My Mother
(Well let’s not speak ill of the dead)
So I made God my Daddy
Now eat of my body and blood
My followers are flies drawn to rotting meat
The stone doesn’t roll and I don’t rise
But what god-dream can compete
With a Madonna-loving enterprise
There is a Jew for every season
A Christ for every outrage
A scapegoat to give you succor
A stairway to climb to heaven
You carried the cross into battle
You sullied the savior with sin
You shoved us on trains like cattle
The beautiful bronze is mere tin
You are glad I died for your sins
You pretend you are sad that I died.
Your so many millions of homicides
Saves you from just suicide
You rebuilt the idols we smashed
Your blood lust matched Saladin
Your hopes for high heaven are dashed
Because I never died for your sins
(By the way, I know that dispassioned is not recognized by any dictionaries as a word. It simply sounds better than dispassionate.)
IS THIS WHY SO MANY OF MY FELLOW JEWS DON’T KNOW THE OLD TESTAMENT
And Abraham was an Asswipe
He offered his son to G-d
He followed every order
A German obeying Mars
Ishmael became a footnote
While Isaac got the crown
We built ourselves a great mote
To keep you away and back
We stole the birthright from Esau
We built the golden calf
Our enmity cannot thaw
The Arabs won’t get their half
Joseph glowed with beauty
And most of us knocked him down
We sold him into slavery
Behold his great renown
Copyright, David Gottfried 2011 to 2020