When I grow up I want to be a preacher

When I grow up I want to be a preacher.

Open the book of justice and let it scream

for the wretched of the earth.

I want to preach the religion of revolution.

Stand in the pulpit of change; call on the holy spirit of sacrifice.

Defy the law, lawmakers, law enforcers

like some wild-eyed Nazarite prophet of JEHOVAH – dressed in animal skins


Slaying prophets of BAAL who worship golden idols of greed,

Who feed at the table of MAMMON on the corpses of the poor.

I will not pay to Caesar what is Caesar’s –

But demand Caesar return what he has stolen.

I want to make a whip from cords, drive money changers from the temple beating them until they bleed, feeling nothing but righteous satisfaction at the fact they are paying the

ultimate price for the millions they have abused.

Tear down steeples, end phallic worship, make women equal, reestablished love as a reason to preach ardently it is okay to believe what you want!

When I grow up I want to preach tirelessly

the WAY of change.

The gospel of Revolution.

The word of Freedom.

The Truth about the Truth.

Teach that the love, the love, the love of money

is the root of all evil.

Sway in the pulpit of change, shouting ‘O happy day’

when we roast capitalist pigs and eat pork rinds with hot sauce.

Ride like the four horsemen bringing Peace, Health, Food for All and Life.

Wade in the water and taste the sweetness of


I will bear all things, believe all things, hope all things,

I will love - and be loved.

When I grow up I want to be a preacher.

ernesto mireles

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