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Where the White Jesus Reigns

They’re selling Christ
In six-packs off the flaps
Of pickup trucks and
Raffling Glocks for
Mission trips and
God forbid the newly saved
Should think to shake
The Devil’s grip,
Slip past sentry dogs,
And hope to give their kids
A decent life in the land
Where the white Jesus reigns.


I’ve retired after a career teaching law. I divide my time now between Athens, Georgia, in the States and the south coast of Ireland.