Unchristian

Sieving every second’s suitable remorse

Righteousness all theirs to insist on

Identifying who is unchristian

And who of this crowd is on the right course.

Reading points of law from old translations

Even God looks flat on the page;

Throwing the Good Book in a perfect rage

At imperfect pagans and mere unchristians.

Selecting the elect, who stays or leaves,

Heaven a place for winners, no fails,

Harbours them, their rightful rewards receive.

Scourging exiles, mocking their pretensions

To freedom, on isles of wire and nails

Is probably, as it were, unchristian.