Praying in a Vacuum: Oil for Sinning
If we are a “Christian nation”
Lifeblood in Persian Gulf soil
Should not the population
Be warned that Heaven runs on oil?
From the ground gargles up an answer
Of liquid gold and mud
It pumps and it courses
And through pipelines it does trudge
The steady marching rhythm
Of our misguided grudge
We’ve come uninvited
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