Masters Of War

Come you masters of war You that build all the guns You that build the death planes You that build all the bombs You that hide behind walls You that hide behind desks I just want you to know I can see through your masks. You that never done nothin' But build to destroy You play with my world Like it's your little toy You put a gun in my hand And you hide from my eyes And you turn and run farther When the fast bullets fly. Like Judas of old You lie and deceive A world war can be won You want me to believe But I see through your eyes And I see through your brain Like I see through the water That runs down my drain. You fasten all the triggers For the others to fire Then you set back and watch When the death count gets higher You hide in your mansion' As young people's blood Flows out of their bodies And is buried in the mud. You've thrown the worst fear That can ever be hurled Fear to bring children Into the world For threatening my baby Unborn and unnamed You ain't worth the blood That runs in your veins. How much do I know To talk out of turn You might say that I'm young You might say I'm unlearned But there's one thing I know Though I'm younger than you That even Jesus would never Forgive what you do. Let me ask you one question Is your money that good Will it buy you forgiveness Do you think that it could I think you will find When your death takes its toll All the money you made Will never buy back your soul. And I hope that you die And your death'll come soon I will follow your casket In the pale afternoon And I'll watch while you're lowered Down to your deathbed And I'll stand over your grave 'Til I'm sure that you're dead.------- Bob Dylan 1963

Monday, April 14, 2014

Homeless Jesus | Common Dreams

Homeless Jesus | Common Dreams

by Abby Zimet
Some wealthy residents of Davidson N.C. aren't sure about the new art installation outside St. Albans Episcopal Church, a bronze figure representing a homeless Jesus sleeping on a bench, wrapped in a blanket. The work deliberately includes room to sit on the bench; it's only if people get that close they can tell it's Jesus by the crucifixion marks on his feet, but not many are, because, you know, ick, homeless person. The Rev. David Buck praises the statue, by Canadian sculptor and devout Catholic Timothy Schmalz, for "giving authenticity to our church" and reminding well-off parisioners to care for "the marginalized of society," as Jesus instructed: "As you did it to one of the least of my brothers, you did it to me." Which all sounds well and good but didn't stop one woman from calling the cops on Jesus because "I was concerned for the safety of the neighborhood." Others have complained that it's inappropriate because Jesus wasn't in fact a vagrant or homeless person. Oh, wait... 

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