Jesus was a socialist, this is not open for debate.
See the epic giveaway? That’s the giveaway.
For:
Be it time; be it deed; be it goods; be it creed.
There’s no exception.
Now if Jesus veering left, should cause you some upset,
Consult your nearest Bible, exorcise the tribal.
For:
Love gives time; love does deeds; love is good; love’s a creed.
Love lies in action.
Now my lip service argues that your words just won’t do.
It’s actions that speak loudest; they exact a price.
See:
Love is hard; love demands. Love’s not gripped, in our hands;
Misers hold only things.
But what shade I hear you ask, pink, or crimson, middling red?
Oh my friend you’ve missed the point, this Dove’s vanilla.
So:
Goodbye Marx, off you trot. Speed ye well, don’t be fraught;
It’s nothing personal.
This call to socialism’s older, and frankly far more bold.
Re-sculpting souls is tricky; even for masters.
So:
No to war; no to hate; yes to care; yes, it’s late;
But not too late… yet.
So, give unto your Caesars, but hold them to account.
With demands that they speak love, It’s the only way.
Say:
Love is peace; love is change; love’s for all; love is strange;
Watch out for the thorns.
Charity is not an act, though all the world’s a stage.
Its theme transcends performance; actors are audience.
Now:
Free neighbours; love neighbours; see neighbours; be neighbours,
Everybody needs!
Hanging on that lonely cross, blood upon the nails.
Tax-crows and money lenders, must have thought they’d won.
But:
Love returns; love is tough; love arises; love’s enough,
To remake physics.
So when Christian tags are claimed, by graspers for your vote.
Ask if they be socialist, and if not, ask why?
Say:
Love’s the way; love’s the truth; love’s the life; love demands
That you do better.
That's my attempt at a somewhat seasonally appropriate poem. I hope you enjoy. (I have more enthusiasm for poetry than expertise!)