Tulsa, OK named and claimed it
then prophetically proclaimed it:
Ken and Gloria invested—
slick, convincing, uncontested.
Pretty-boy preachers wowed the flock,
making Christ the laughing stock;
their best lives, yielding heresies:
as if their western cowboy drawls
could bless impulsive bank withdrawals.
Peculiar to the U.S.A.
where truth is prophesied away
and churches spring like tares and breed
while tele-preachers intercede
for breakthroughs, blessings, Mammon’s gold,
their folly long ago foretold
in frenzied tones;
the healing tongue
counts dollars where Paul counted dung.
I’m sure they all believe it’s true . . .
they know it justifies fleecing you.