The child lay
In the starlit night
Safe in the glow of his Donald Duck
light
How strange to choose to take a life
How strange to choose to kill a
child
Hoover, Blaupunkt, Nissan Jeep
Nike, Addidas, Lacoste and cheaper
brands
Cadillac, Amtrak, gasoline, diesel
Our standard of living, could
this be a reason
That we would choose to kill the child
That we would
choose to kill the child
Allah, Jehovah, Buddah, Christ
Confucius and Kali and reds, beans and
rice
Goujons of sole, ris de veau, ham hocks
Lox bagels and bones and
commandments in stone
The Bible, Koran, Shinto, Islam
Prosciutto, risotto,
falafel and ham
Is it dogma, doughnuts, ridicule faith
Fear of the dark,
or shame or disgrace
That we would choose to kill the child
That we would
choose to kill the child
It's cold in the desert
And the space is too big
The rope is too
short
And the walls are too thick
I will show you no weakness
I will
mock you in song
Berate and deride you
Belittle and chide you
Beat you
with sticks
And bulldoze your home
You can watch my triumphant procession
to Rome
Best seat in the house
Up there on the cross
Is it anger or
envy, profit or loss
That we would choose to kill the child
That we would
choose to kill the child
Take this child and hold him closely
Keep him safe from the holy reign of
terror
Take this child hold him closely
Take this child to the moral high
ground
Where he can look down on the bigots and bully boys
Slugging it out
in the yard