Outsourcing  Jehovah  -  Misery  Index

  Their  dumped  along  the  coastline  on  a  silent  East  trade  wind,

Then  appearing  if  by  magic,  in  freight-lined  bins,

From  labor  market  hell,  straight  to  well-worn  shelves,

Would  Jesus  shop  at  Wal-Mart  if  the  crosses  were  on  sale?

Things  upon  blessed  things,

In  idolatry  where  death  is  worshiped,

Cash  cured  sins,  in  this  fetish  of  the  object  holy,

Still  you  put  your  love  in  idols  built  by  mortal  man,

Now  what  did  God  say  in  that  old  testament?

And  what  about  those  workers,  in  exotic  China-land?

They  have  your  daddy's  job,  and  you're  next  on  the  corporate  outsource  plan...  as  serfs  born  to  serve  your  Lord  in  command,

"Now  our  border's  the  place  where  the  grace  of  Christ  ends,

It  does  not  apply  to  those  heathen  abroad,

As  long  as  they  slave,  I'll  have  them  to  thank  -

It's  more  cash  in  hand  to  spend  at  the  mall",

Woe  to  the  children  of  God!

O  Suffer  thy  misguided  ways!

...you've  sold  your  human  essence  to  the  cold  world  of  dead  and  empty  things...

You're  sold.