(Worship leader: A David poem set to the tune “Don’t kill me.”)
Do you politicians tell the truth?
Is there real equality of justice in our courts?
No.
You’ve set up the system to protect injustice.
You hurt more than you help.
It’s like they were born to do evil.
Their first words as toddlers
Were lies.
Their bite is venomous,
These snakes.
They’re like deaf cobras,
Unable to hear the charmer’s tune.
Unrestrained danger.
Smash their teeth, O God!
Yank our their fangs.
Let them disappear like water
Into desert sand.
May every shot they take
Miss the target completely.
May they be like ice cream
Dropped on the sidewalk.
May they complete as much work as a baby
Born dead.
Before a pot on the stove can boil,
These human monsters will be gone.
When the news of their death is published,
Those with a taste for justice
Will throw a party,
Enjoying every lurid detail.
Then people will say,
“It really does pay
To do the right thing.
There must be a God
Watching over us after all.”