Spare a thought for poor Jesus. He promised to return and he did He got to Andalusia Just as the inquisition got to Andalusia
Before that he had returned to jerusalem Just as the crusaders arrived at jerusalem
Jesus was on 'the good ship jesus' But I cannot say for sure If the one chained up beside him Was called Barrabas
Jesus came to Alabama And he got lynched For putting his hand On the forehead of a southern lady Who had 'the fever'.
The sun of God came to Hispanolia Where the french played a game called "stuff the black" (with explosives and a fuse)
Poor Jesus tried to keep his promise So he came to Sharpeville But the sharpshooter never recognised him
Jesus brought the good news to Jamaica Jesus was flogged to death in Jamaica. Death came slow In Jamaica Not like in leopold's Congo He bled heavily in leopold's Congo When his hands and feet were chopped off Before an askari's spear pierced his side And stopped his heart In leopold's Congo.
God is good God is patient He said "Keep returning my son eventually they will comprehend...."
I wonder if that was Jesus in texas Or if he was in new orleans When katrina came to new orleans Did the helicopters fly over Jesus As he stood on a roof With his arms outstretched Did he ever vist moscow? Was that him running Closely followed by a mob Of blood-thirsty christians screaming "kill the nigger!" In russian.
Poor Jesus. (repeat as many times as you like) Poor Jesus.. Bleeding in Guantanamo Poor Jesus Your fragments scattered Poor Jesus Inside and beneath jailhouses Poor Jesus manned by the guardians of 'civilization'
Say it in Lingala Have mercy on Emeya Lumumba Say it in Yoruba Have mercy on Fela Anikulapo Say it in Zulu Have mercy on Bantu Biko Say it in Kikuyu Have mercy on Dedan Kimathi Poor Jesus Spare him a thought He suffers for you tonight
God is good God is patient She said "Keep rising my sun eventually they will comprehend That until they have mercy on you They will not know peace."
Human have mercy on poor Jesus have mercy on your Self.
- by eja
May those that love us, love us. And those that don't love us, may God turn their hearts. And if He doesn't turn their hearts, may He turn their ankles so that we'll know them by their limping.
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