The Undesirables

 

 

This world is too crowded

The population’s too huge,

We must rid us of most of them

Which ones will we choose?

 

Let’s think about the races

That’s a good place to start,

Which colour predominately

Do we want out of our park?

 

We have yellow and red

And there are bronze and black,

Three of them at this time

We can give some slack.

 

Though it’s colour we want

We’ll settle for the blacks,

Let’s get rid of those first

At the top of the stack.

 

 

They are most undesirable

Though, not in the past,

Back then they served us well

But as our slave class.

 

Now they want equal rights

And think we are unfair,

It is time those undesirables

Just disappear.

 

We can starve them out

Or let them have a feast

Particularly on those things

That make them deceased.

 

Let us create a virus

To which they are susceptible

And deprive them of a vaccine

That makes it irreversible.

 

Let us build up stress

So that they will want to die

And the police can take them out

Once they defy.

 

Blacks are the undesirables,

The other colours are too

But for the time being

The blacks will do.

 

 

Too small is our global village

For these undesirables,

The poor class is next;

Their demise is inevitable.

 

They are eating up the food

That is in store for us,

They are demanding more

And creating a big fuss.

 

They too must go

'And the sooner the better'

That brings us to creed

But that’s a different matter.

 

 

Colour, class and creed:

That’s how we will proceed

Then we will deal with our own

If they do not heed.

 

The rich will rule the weak

Or we’ll get rid of them,

Soon we’ll have the right numbers

To solve our problem.

 

Did you notice who is left?

It is the white rich class:

Their obsessive right to rule

Goes way back in the past.

 

They will take out their own

When there’s no more to take out,

That’s what the undesirables

Is all about.

 

 

This world is too crowded

The population’s too huge,

We must rid us of most of them

Which ones will we choose?

 

Stewart Russell © July 2020

 

 

Failures Trust Jesus

 

 

Failures trust Jesus,

This is a view

By those who vehemently believe

That’s all they can do.

 

Jesus is a copout

For those who fail

And Christianity as some see it

Is a whale of a tale.

 

No wonder females

Outnumber males

For church is a good place to go

Whenever you fail.

 

Who needs Jesus

If they’re getting through?

No, Jesus props up failures-

That’s their view.

 

Come all gullible

And you, failures too!

Jesus is always there for such

Like you.

 

It’s not scholarship:

Creation picture,

And right from the beginning

There’s utter failure.

 

Two in Eden’s Garden

Created to fail,

With a temptation so colossal

When Satan assailed.

 

 

Failures they were

And were thrown out,

That Christianity is for failures

Is without a doubt.

 

“If you’ve tried everything

And everything has failed”,

Became a popular church slogan

On the evangelism trail.

 

“If everything has failed”

Suggests last resort,

Jesus is not for the successful

Would be an apt retort.

 

Failures trust Jesus,

This is a view

By those who vehemently believe

That’s all they can do.

 

This position is suspect

But it is also truth,

Bear with me a little longer

While I supply the proof.

 

Refocus your lens

And you’ll see the picture,

Without the Lord Jesus Christ

One is a failure.

 

Nothing truly satisfies

Outside of him

Simply because he is the only cure

For our sin.

 

 

Therein is our failure:

Our susceptibility to sin

And the only remedy there is,

Is to come to him.

 

Notice I said ‘come’

And not ‘go’

Because his indwelling Spirit

Witnesses to ‘I know’.

 

All are failures

Ever since the first Adam

But the second Adam, Jesus Christ,

Is the success plan.

 

So, failures trust Jesus

For their eventual success

And the truth of the matter is,

This success is the best.

 

All success is failure

If not Jesus appropriate

Thus, we need him in our life,

That failure to negate.

 

Stewart Russell © December 7, 2024