Promised Lands
I found Jesus in 1970
in between Southern Comfort and acid.
I followed Him all the way to Wembley
with a girl I’d studied in Bible classes.
We heard Billy Graham preach the gospel
of Chosen People in the Promised Lands.
Linda, said Billy, be very watchful
Ray’s hands don’t stray inside your bra and pants.
Beware of Buddha, Mohammed, yoga -
he promoted Christ as an exclusive brand
that must be acquired before the closure.
Then he prayed for Nixon in Vietnam.
I marched off the pitch when the fans all knelt
and never discovered how Linda felt.
Raymond Miller
