Tomorrow is the Christian celebration of Palm Sunday, remembering the arrival of Jesus in Jerusalem the week before his crucifixion. When he arrived at the Temple he was aghast at the way in which the religious money changers, representatives of the Faith, were ripping off the worshipers coming to Jerusalem for Passover. This raised a righteous anger with in Jesus to the point that he went through the court yard dumping over the tables scattering money everywhere. He told them they had made his father’s house a den of thieves. (Luke 19)
I shared this background to say, I understand how Jesus must have felt. When I watch what goes on in Congress with our elected representatives, it raises a righteous ire in my spirit as well. It make me feel that their tables need to be tipped over. When you understand what goes on it seems like we to have a den of thieves supposedly working on our behalf. Wish we also had some tables we could dump over as well. Perhaps that is at the voting booth!
Our Representatives
We call it democracy voting our choice
Representing our views in Washington, DC
Millions of dollars over and under to get their seat
Bought by specters hiding in the shadows
Dark money like deep dark stinking swamp muck
A quicksand of soul-selling to the highest bidder
All remembering to repay the piper as he calls the dance
We think they are looking out for our best interest
Down deep we all know for sure it’s not true
Like many other choices in life we blindly believe
Hoping to get a few crumbs from the Richman’s table
“Feed them Cake” they say and they’ll be happy
Sitting in leather-bound chairs laughing at us fools
Arguing and fussing like schoolyard bullies they banter
Punching words at one another in meaningless chatter
The great pretenders of our time… our representatives
Inside traders, schemers, looking out for #1
Coming out millionaires with a lifetime of care
Snubbing their noses
At the common man
Still we believe… to not would mean revolution!!
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Photo: Dwight L. Roth
