A satirical poem of Abram and Isaac after the whole sacrifice incident. |
Down from the top of the mountain An awkward silence fell, Till Isaac turned to his father And asked ‘what the hell!?’ Abram smiled to his son, ‘It was a test of loyalty and love. I was told to kill son number one From a wise man up above’ Isaac’s eyes narrowed as he spoke ‘So you proved today That you have faith In a homicidal voice, I have to say Dad You’re going mad That’s a crazy fucking choice! Having to kill a child To please something That fails to exist, Has made me debate Your mind’s state And if your presence is a risk.’ ‘But son, faith can go a very long way, Perhaps walk on water with love so deep…’ ‘Or maybe Dad Creep to my bed And kill me as I sleep.’ ‘How dare you disrespect my religion! Blasphemy will send you to Hell!’ ‘Dad I’d rather dwell In a fiery Hell As heaven seems strict and dull. I think that clouds and lights Are trumped by whores in tights, sex, drugs and alcohol.’ ‘No son of mine!’ Abram screamed, ‘God turn this sinful child to stone!’ ‘Sorry Dad, so it appears to me I am still of flesh not stone, I’m sure that we can both agree That God’s put you through to his answer phone.’ |