[Newspoetry] Our Father Must Pray!

[Illich Donald E GS-9 908AW/PA]

Our Father Must Pray!
by Donald Illich

We've developed a new machine
For our father, a godless bastard
The atheist too good to go to church
And worship with us sinners

Even though he's deathly ill
Knocking on hell's hot, black door
And we recently read praying
Helps extend the lives of the elderly

There are restraints for the arms
Leather, metal and cold chains
And tight cuffs for thin legs
Forcing him on brittle, bony knees

Strong vises crush his hands
Toward Our Lord and Savior
And if we could hold his soul
We'd beat it into submission

We built this device for love
Though Dad moans and cries in pain
He'll thank us for the torture
When he's safe and good in heaven.