“P.C. Disease”
Poem by Renee Moore
Photos by Ben Bird
Let’s take a moment to collect
Our thoughts as we reflect
And inspect the situation we’re about to
dissect
You see, there’s this growing concept
The world wants to inject
In our mind-sets and dialect
To infect our intellect
And if you haven’t yet guessed
At this mess I detest
Then I’ll do my best to address
What it is that I object to
Everyone has heard of cause and effect
But still we reject and refuse to accept
That the truth is what we need to respect
and protect
Instead, we keep our opinions silent in
order to deflect
Hatred, criticism, or direct neglect we’ll
intercept
By speaking of God and morality in
retrospect
Or present or future, for surely we all
detect
The threat we face for lack of being
“Politically Correct”
So I’m a Christian on a mission
To share my suspicion
See, you don’t need to be a mathematician
To envision my prediction
It’s all over the television
This politically correct religion
It’s become an addiction
Through apathy and indecision
We’re faced with spiritual malnutrition
Yet we renew our worldly subscription
Instead of seeking a prescription
Through Jesus Christ’s crucifixion
And now morality is in remission
Leaving the nation in intermission
With a paralytic condition
But there is a holy rendition
Through our God-given intuition
And the Holy Spirit’s conviction
We can make the right decision
And to God’s children be an addition
So know that I choose to believe with glee
In Christ’s victory
Over Satan and death, God is my reprieve
With no fear of repercussion
About this discussion
I will speak my testimony
Never mind “P.C.” bologna
Lies the world will weave
And conceive ways to deceive
With
countless tricks up the sleeve
Claiming Jesus we must bereave
To instead bequeath grief and defeat
Ready to breed desperation and depravity
Eating at our souls like an insatiable
cavity
So now I entreat
Though weary you may be
Fulfill your destiny
As a child of Thee
It’s no longer an unseen mystery
Or a page of ancient history
You must let God supersede your greed
And the pride you relish selfishly
The lies you embellish jealously
Prepare to receive your remedy
The maker of your chemistry
Cleave and leave
The burdens that you heave
At the precious feet of He
Who will love you eternally.