By Jason John
A while back I caused a little consternation,
leading to a touch of confrontation
When people heard
Me use the C word
I said it not just once, this was no accidental slip
I said it a whole bunch of times, I really let it rip.
I thought I’d get away with it,
I’m middle class and white
And anyone will tell you that I’m usually polite
That C word
It causes such offense
And so it should, after all, I guess.
Christ was very offensive
He left the temple in a mess
Kicking over tables and
whipping those who oppress
and I mean what else can you do
When you have to
Preach from the bible each week
And Christ – and his mother – just keep
Banging on about injustice, and hypocrisy and greed
And at Christmas time we read about their life as refugees!
It’s not my fault the little child
Didn’t grow up meek and mild
It’s not my fault that Christ said we must forgive to be forgiven
(If we’re self-righteous arseholes who assume we’re off to heaven)
And that paradoxically, God sends rain on the wicked and ungrateful
So to be kids of the one in heaven we must all be merciful
Comfort the afflicted and afflict the comfortable.
Christ wanted us to do things, or at least to try
And our leaders to lead us
In justice and in compassion
For this world of refugees
Then there’d be no rotting in detention
And we’d stick to 1.5 degrees-
If we only had a Christian prime minister!
I know, I know, we’ve already had a few.
We got lots of “thoughts and prayers”
And that’s going to continue, if I had to take a punt
With our “pray for rain” prime minister
With his “coal won’t hurt you” stunt.
Well neither will a cigarette-
Til you burn it
You smarmy… member
But we must remember,
That for every disappointing Prime Member
There’s a Miriam, a Byron, a Jacqui, a Jess
And one i Lisa and two iis Liisa, and most of you i guess.
There’s Toni and Rachel and there’s Pia and Pete
And people all up and down your street
You’ve never heard of them
And they’ve never heard of you
There’s Christians, Muslims, Atheists Jews
Straights, lgbs and tiqs
All us scraggly little mustard bushes
Getting up off our tushes!
So whether your c word is Christ or compassion
or Climate or community
say your c word loud and clear
live your c word and let’s put the fear
of true democracy
right up the jacksie of the fossil fuel plutocracy