Category: Poetry

There they stood in the doorway;
Of their two Kingdom place
And I was thinking to myself
Was the Mosaic merit or was the Mosaic grace?
Then they took up their lecterns and they told me the way
There were voices from the corridors,
I thought I heard them say …

Welcome to Escondido California
Where Natural law’s place (Natural Law’s place)
Is in the left hand space (In the left hand space)
Plenty of room at Escondido California
Any time of year (Any time of year)
We’ll take your money here (Take your money here)

Their minds are hermeneutically twisted, they got the dualism bends
They’ve trained a lot of pretty, preacher boys whose thinking now ends
How they spin in the classroom, with exegetical dragnet
Some spin to remember, some spin to forget

So I called up the Porter
‘Please bring third law-wine’
He said, ‘We haven’t had that spirit here since Dr. Meredith Kline’
Still Reformed voices are calling regarding your stay
Wake you up in middle of the night
Saying, “Get far away!”

Welcome to Escondido California
Where Natural law’s place (Natural Law’s place)
Is in the left hand space (In the left hand space)
They’re changing it all at Escondido California
Now theocracy (Now Theocracy)
Is no more you see

Razors in their speaking
With Intrusion Ethic device
And they said ‘We are all just radicals here, giving well-paid advice’
And in the torture chambers,
They declare Mosaic Fatah
They stab it with their steely knives
But they just can’t kill God’s Law

Last thing I remember, I was
Countering their lore
I had to turn their worldview back
To the Calvin it was before
‘Relax,’ said the ordained man,
‘We are programmed to deceive.
You can argue anything you like
But we will never believe!’

The chafing drought, the flood that rages
The child born either whole or broken
The word that’s used before it’s spoken
Each is only instance or token
Of a God who rules through all the ages

So let the wicked Oligarchs all conspire
Let them plan to make God’s elect their slaves
To drone us all into pre-planned graves
Our sovereign King destroys and saves
And He shall have His each desire

They charge a fee to suck out the baby parts
Then they charge a fee for harvested baby hearts
They make a profit coming and going at the American abortion mill
But none of that is important boys, cuz Independence is a thrill

So, it’s Hey Ho a Derrio, the surreal has found a place
The flag’s draped upon the Cross in the Church’s Holy Space
The Vet is now the Church’s newly worshiped Saint
Honored for driving Humvees that turned children into paint

Independence day is a day when we are in a celebratory fickle
Never mind Dresden, and Hiroshima as Nuclear pop sickle
You have to realize it all had to be done
Without it where would be the Independence fun?

Did Ike kill a million unarmed Krauts fencing them in camps?
Did Allied soldiers rape a harvest of unwilling German “tramps”?
Did ole FDR conspire with Uncle Joe to make Eastern Europe pay?
What the hell does it matter son … It’s Independence Day?

So, it’s Hey Ho a Derrio, the surreal has found a place
The flag’s draped upon the Cross in the Church’s Holy Space
The Vet is now the Church’s newly worshiped and feted Saint
Honored for driving Humvees that turned children into paint

Strike up the Band and pass more of that yummy potato salad
Let’s hear another legend in our great American ballads
Tell the one about Sherman’s great march to the sea
When rape and pillage and starvation was the price for being free

I especially like the one where women and children were returned
In operation Keel Haul so that they could be executed and burned
Don’t forget the Yankee prisons where due process was a joke
After all, if you want to make an omelette you gotta break some yolks.

So, it’s Hey Ho a Derrio, the surreal has found a place
The flag’s draped upon the Cross in the Church’s Holy Space
The Vet is now the Church’s newly worshiped and feted Saint
Honored for driving Humvees that turned children into paint

Gone are chivalry and honor
Gone modesty and truth
They were even only a memory
In his days of misspent youth