The Wrath Of Christians (a poem) Thus says the Lord.

Since you refuse to feed the people
I'll bring the wrath of Christians
On every self appointed Saint
On every seller of temples
On the head of every preacher
Who preaches hate and never love

On every self worshipping adherent
Who doesn't feed the poor from their own hand
On every self worshiping preacher
Who makes no room for the poor to dwell
They will find themselves upon the streets
They will hunger just the same

On every professor of hate and war
With rumors beating in their hearts
Those full of hate those full of spite
Those full of words no sacrifice
They will find themselves in the wilderness with nothing left to eat

On every person who's complicit
With those who God has come the punish
On every one who's ignored the cries of the weak
And not repented from turning their back
On every user of their sorrow
Who benefitted from their lack

They will hunger they will suffer
They will come to be homeless
Their temple rubble in the streets
Their homes made to auction
Their debt so high it can't be bought

On every lover of the dollar
Who doesnt donate to the needy
On every preacher who asks for tithes
But never blesses his community
Their tithing baskets will break
Their bank accounts will weep

The lord has watched you preach of love
But never give to those you reap
Every hungry mother and child
Every hungry man and elder
These are the crimes upon your heads
These are the crimes upon your hearts

Pay you must for their suffering
For all the greed upon your heart

Thus says the Lord