Teach the Christians
Who’s gonna teach the
Christians the teachings of Jesus Christ
They think they got it
figured out but they ain’t got it right
They turn away from all
their neighbours and steal from the poor
They put up walls along
their borders and locks on all their doors
That scene is really such
a sorry sight
Who’s gonna teach the
Christians the teachings of Jesus Christ
Who’s gonna teach the
Christians the teachings of Jesus Christ
They think the world is
simple, they see it all in black and white
And they’re quick to pass
their judgments about who is free to love
But if they knew the
scriptures they’d know it’s not for them to judge
And then they want to go
and start a fight?
Who’s gonna teach the
Christians the teachings of Jesus Christ
Who’s gonna teach the Christians
the teachings of Jesus Christ
They’ve got the riches of
world and keep them locked up tight
And they teach their
children hatred, and they teach their children fear
And they leave this world
polluted because they think salvation is near
But we’re all on the same
road home tonight
So it’s time to teach the
Christians the teachings of Jesus Christ
The World’s Most Profitable Prison
In the world’s most
profitable prison
The men have lost their
souls
But they've kept their
arms and legs
They’ve kept their backs
and bones
And they still have all
their muscles
And they’re held together
by skin
And they live the length
of their lives
In the world’s most
profitable prison
In the world’s most profitable
prison
The men are guarded by
guns
And they work from dusk
till dark
As they move to beat of a
slave drum
Their food is mixed with
sawdust
And they’re always razor
thin
And there’s never an empty
prison cell
In the world’s most
profitable prison
Chop it Down
Well I dreamed I lost my home last
night
And my family had to
flee
We walked with few
belongings
The days turned into weeks
We made it to the border
But they didn't let us
through
They just locked us up and
took my daughter
There was nothing I could
do
And I could not understand
Why the guards hated us so
When you’re not chopping
that shit down
You're just helping that
shit grow
They kept us
separated
The weeks turned into
months
Sometimes I thought I heard
my daughter
Sometimes I thought I
heard a gun
Then one day I got sick
But there weren’t any beds
I shivered through a fever
In a room that smelled
like death
And all the time all I
wondered
Why they did not let us go
When you’re not chopping
that shit down
You're just helping that
shit grow
Well, apples look like
apples
So now here's a little
quiz
When a man quotes
Mussolini
What do you really think
that is?
And the Klan drives a
pickup truck
Into
a peaceful crowd
Then maybe the problem's
coming
From the top and running
down
And a child cries for her
mother
But these eyes and ears
stay closed
When we're not
chopping that hate down
We're just helping that
hate grow
When we're not chopping that hate down
We're just helping that
hate grow
Same kind of Fascist
You know those kind of
fascists
You used to see on film?
Those mean looking
fascists
With their shiny black
boots?
You know those kind of
fascists
Who loved to march around?
Well those same kind of
fascists
They are here with us
right now.
You know those kind of
fascists
You used to read about in
school?
Those big mouthed fascists
We had to shoot in World
War 2?
You know those kind of
fascists
Who like to rile up a
crowd?
Well those same kind of
fascists
They are here with us
right now.
Because the fascist loves
his church
and the fascist loves his
Jesus
The fascist he loves fries
and shakes
and the fascist loves
grilled cheeses
The fascist loves his
country
and the fascist loves the
mall
The fascist loves his
parents
and the fascist loves
football
And that fascist sun is
rising on
our dirt and on our dust
And that fascist heart is
beating
Inside our children
On the school bus
Benjamin Adair Murphy writes political blues and country songs. His last album 'Let’s Make a King' was named one of the best albums of 2020 by multiple publications. His poetry has been published in Headline Poetry and Press, The Good Ear Review, Ophelia Street, and others. His plays have been performed in New York, Boston, and Chicago. He lives in Mexico City.
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