Ladies and gentlemen of the jury
I know you all are in a hurry
And so I’ll make my message swift
And spend my words with careful thrift.
You’ve heard the strident prosecution
Insist on endless retribution
Punishments not known to men
All because of one man’s sin.
Some fruit was eaten long ago
And what an awful mess to show
So here I stand, the great debater
To plea to the irate creator.
You see, my client had no choice
No say, no words, no humble voice
Born a sinner from the start
No chance, no hope; a rotten heart.
Good deeds and will are not enough
To justify that other stuff.
Oh no, we all await instead
Judgment of the quick and dead.
“But wait,” you say, “he had a choice.
If only he had heard my voice!
You see, I warned him many times
Believe, and I’ll absolve your crimes.
For once a long long time ago
With little evidence to show
I sent my son to bear the shame
To conquer death and change the game.
I had him nailed upon a cross
No better way to please the boss.
But death alone would not suffice
I had to bring him back to life!
He turned some water into wine
All in bronze age Palestine
If all of this you could concede
There’d be no pain, there’d be no need.
But it’s all too late for that
Now, burn in hell, ungrateful brat.”
But sir, he lived a noble life.
Never cheating on his wife
Honest to his dying breath
And had no debts upon his death.
He helped the hungry, sick, and poor.
He loved the peace and hated war.
He sought the truth in all his ways.
He read and studied all his days.
So I suppose I’ll keep it brief.
His only crime was disbelief.
And to this much I shall admit
Now to your will I shall submit.
I see his failure to repent
Now burn him ’til your heart’s content.