Read by Chaka

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Παρακαλῶ οὖν πρῶτον πάντων ποιεῖσθαι δεήσεις προσευχάς ἐντεύξεις εὐχαριστίας ὑπὲρ πάντων ἀνθρώπων, ὑπὲρ βασιλέων καὶ πάντων τῶν ἐν ὑπεροχῇ ὄντων, ἵνα ἤρεμον καὶ ἡσύχιον βίον διάγωμεν ἐν πάσῃ εὐσεβείᾳ καὶ σεμνότητι.

I thank you, Heavenly King, for George Bush, my president.
He was the one who sent tyrants running.
When we were attacked he did not hide in a hole.

No! It was Saddam Hussein who hid in a hole.
The great ruler who had lived in twelve palaces
while poisoning his own citizens.

Trapped in a hole and then hung from a rope.

And the mighty bin Laden, master of hate
who turns children into bombs
and Afghanistan into one large slave plantation.

He hides in a cave. He cowers in the hills.

My God, we the citizens of this planet ask only for peace.
We are weak and oppressed by evil men.
All we ask is to live in peace and quiet.

Bingu makes love to China
and turns Malawi into a tobacco farm.
Every cigarette for China
is one less hour of school for a Malawian child.

Every day when Zimbabwe isn’t in the news
represents a citizen beaten
for opposing the old lion
while a loaf of bread
is sold for a billion Zimbabwe dollars.

Who will fight for us
when the Cowboy leaves the White House?
Will McCain be our hero?
Will Barack be a blessing?

There is no help on Israel’s hill.
The holy land is an unholy hell.

You sent your Son once as a child.
Send him again as a warrior.
We are tired of Christmas carols.
Let us sing victory chants.