I wrote this poem when I was 17-years-old in my Creative Writing class about my frustration with some of the hypocrisy I saw in American Christianity. I'd never write something so overtly judgmental now, but my passion in this is making Christianity not about judging others and rationalizing our culture, but bringing about justice through our worship 🙏
Vowing obedience to the Lord,
Fighting a conservative culture war.
Groupthink empowering a modern crusade,
Rooted in intolerance, fought in vain.
They fear for the future and their economic wealth,
focusing solely on themselves.
Chasing after elusive riches Jesus warned against,
Worshiping the mega-rich, giving in to their demands.
Their churches preach ambiguity,
as they swallow communion of power obesity.
Materialism numbs their souls
and they forget forgiveness, the Jesus-story that’s been told.
Drowning in oceans that are their pride,
Never fully being spiritually alive.
Judging those who seek peace and compassion,
Blotting out the Bible verses about helping the masses.
They curse out evolution, abortion, and gays,
Clinging to the power of their radical ways.
Prefacing what they believe with in God’s name
Never judging themselves, never accepting the blame.
Their Bibles bleed vengeful ink,
staining the hands of these oppressors of the weak
“the wealth of the wicked is laid up for the just.”
“the spirit will return to the God who gave it, [and to the earth], dust.”
 Proverbs 13:22
 Ecclesiastes 12:7