Blessed are poor of Spirit,
Lampooning the kingdom of heaven.
Blessed are they who cause to mourn,
for they will be good 'ole boys.
Ploughshares melted into weapons of war.
Orphan, and mother, father, brother, sister,
Drinking the dregs, though hemlock is bitter,
Death will quiet reaper' bomb's savage roar.
Blessed when you trample the meek,
Removing the native borns from the earth.
Blessed those whose gluttony and thirst leads to excess,
for they will be overfilled.
Songs of liberty lure exiles to concrete cages,
Survivor, and mother, father, brother, sister,
Seized and disposed of, like so much litter,
Erased from our lives as whitewashed pages.
Blessed are the powerful,
And those void of all mercy.
Blessed are the stony hearted,
for they will remake god in their image.
Bitter as the augur bells in steeples peel,
Bereaved, and mother, father, brother, sister,
Liturgies drone o'er lament -- faithful shiver --
While goons drag them from where they kneel.
Blessed are warmongering peacemakers,
Whose munitions slaughter the children of God.
Blessed are those who feel persecuted because of covetousness,
for theirs is the kingdom of the prince of the power of the air.
Innocent blood, broken bodies, spirits bewail,
Slaughtered, mother, father, brother, sister,
Palestinian life, the complicit never consider,
Zionist credo metes out death at genocide scale.
If the salt loses its saltiness,
It is no longer good for anything,
except to be thrown out and trampled underfoot.
Blessed,
Cursed,
Dereliction.
