Straight white males and the Christian right wing represented most of Trumps votes apparently. It reminds me of a poem I wrote when frustrated with what was being done "in God's name."
Your Jesus
Don’t you judge me with your Jesus.
You have no right.
I no longer cling to the morally superior
and ethically defunct Jesus who you call Lord.
My Jesus is a friend to sinners.
Found amongst gangsters, prostitutes,
the homeless, disenfranchised, gay,
lesbian, straight, bi, brown, white,
black, yellow, purple, green, blue.
My Jesus modelled sacrificial love.
To the point of death—HE DIED—
and He expects the same commitment
from those called to be His body;
called to be living sacrifice.
Instead of bleeding on a cross,
your Jesus rests on the laurels of economic dominance,
capitalizing on mythic tales of miracles and a cross
to subdue the protests of the oppressed
and sustain the silence necessary for spiritual slaughter.
Hiding behind the facade of morality
your Jesus casts stones at adulterers
and turns from justice
—an affront to any truly righteous being—
Your Jesus doesn’t belong
next to the Father in Heaven but
next to his brother Mammon,
in Hell.
