“Live in the moment”
Which moment, I ask?
Is there one I am not living in?
Not unlike the born agains cry
“I have a personal relationship with Jesus’
How is that possible, I ask?
Never knew a man,
Dead so long could be
Personally involved in your life.
Now I hear the birthers cry
“Not a real birth certificate”
What is an unreal birth certificate?
A fake, identity theft, a conspiracy
To take a little, half African baby
And make him President.
Why does none of this make sense to me
Maybe if I live each moment with Jesus,
As he saves me,
The two of us can go to Hawaii
And find out the truth.
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