All the townsfolk who pray
to the lion and lamb
have decided that justice
is rarely well done.
All the saints ate the sinners,
served up in a jam.
Now the sisters of mustard
all carry a gun.
And the banks have closed down.
And the schools are encampments,
as the flag of obscurity
furtively waves.
All the best who moved west found,
when put to the test,
that old history spends
all that religion saves.