Better than Jesus

So here's the pope
Riding around
Gettin' praise
Gettin' kissed
Puttin' his hand
Up and out
Like a don
He is, this week
An American Idol.

Back, long ago
He belonged
To a tribe
Known as Nazi
Killin' Jews
Killin' Christ
But now
He is, this week
No longer that. 

What if Jesus
Gave in to heat
The Romans put on
And he gave up
No nailed to cross
No raise from dead
No church in name
No after life?

Here, in the now
This man in white
Mask, staff and cape
With ring and jet
Comes to New York
Gettin' cheers
Gettin' bows
While kids are choked.


This white haired man
Former Nazi
Who did not stand
But sat when pressed
Unlike Jesus
Gettin' stabs
Gettin' jabs
Got nailed.

     This white haired man
     Who will die soon
     Plays on the fear
     Of death, like Busg
     Whose hand he shook ...

     They look to pope,
     Whom can not stand,
     Instead of sky,
     Where it's all said,
     And so one day
     We'll all be dead
     But in this day
     Pope executes
     Our upward gaze
     Their dumb eyes look
     Their blind ears stretch
     For words they think
     Ain't been heard yet
     But it's all been said
     In Jesus' life
     And echoed loud
     With change of sky
   
Look not to fake
Stand, breathe and see
Just let light in
You'll become blank
Killin' fears
Killin' spin
And you can be
Better than pope

     And just as good
     Or even better
     Than He who stood
     When told to sit.