A Malediction
dedicated to Herod Antipas and Warren Burger
The judges sat outside the law,
And in their pride no evil saw
In setting teeth to Satan’s jaw
And feeding him our children
A curse, a curse! the law it cries,
A curse, a curse on mankind’s pride,
A curse on him who would deny
God image in mankind.
Torn from out their mother’s womb,
Denied the sky, denied a tomb,
Concieved in lust to their own ruin,
A sacrifice to pleasure.
When viewed in terms of cost and ease,
An unborn child is a disease,
A holocaust seen fit to please
Our own convenience.
A curse, a curse! Their blood cries out,
A curse, a curse! The heavens shout,
A curse on him who dares to flout
God’s image in mankind.
The doctors with their bloodred hands
Who love their money more than man,
With greed their god, they lay their plans,
The butchers of mankind.
Oh, rid us of this evil, Lord,
And turn our hearts by cross or sword!
Our nation cannot long afford
To live beneath Your anger.
A curse, a curse upon their heads!
Oh, save them, Lord, or slay them dead!
And fill our country with Your dread,
And turn away Your anger.
Lord, turn away Your anger.
© Kemper Crabb