The Old Testament and Kierkegaard's Love for Humanity

Hello mcdonalds across the street
Weeping children crossing under your feet
Hello ragged change maker
Give him a smoke instead
And tell him of Elijah

Hello construction of a tram
Ways for us to avoid uncle sam
Hello night long shifts
Of endless waging
And tell them of Elijah

Hello nutshell soul
More empty than whole
Hello posh porsche sliming the streets
Blind on the inside
As to the outside of tainted windows

Tell them, tell them of Elijah
Tell them, tell them to ask their god for fire
For the sacrifice of their
Life for magazine furniture
You just can’t walk away from your self
And your shelves of coffee cups
He just can’t lie away from himself
And his sex-stained bed sheets
She just can’t burn away from herself
And the bruised scars on her arm
We just can’t die away from ourselves
And our fear whored Baal
Tell us, tell us of Elijah
And the tree of suicide
Tell us, tell us of Elijah
And the god sacrificing children
Tell us, tell us of Elijah
And the bi-polar Israel
Tell us, tell them of Elijah
And Jacob’s back alley mugging
Tell, her, tell me of Elijah
Of god wrestling us in the back alley