In the Name of The Father

In the Name of the Father


for Nizar Qabbani, Pablo Neruda, Federico Garcia Lorca, Henry Dumas, Harold Carrington



In the name of the Father, the Son

And the Holy Ghost.


We, The People,


Thank you for your blessings

These past ten thousand years:


We thank you for not listening to

A single one of our prayers.


Thank you, O lord, for stuffing

Your blessed ears with wool,


for turning your backside to us,

for an eternity of neglect.


Thank you for mocking our struggle,


For making of our misery

A source of endless entertainment.


Thank you for gangsters and thugs,

Thank you for allowing cops


In New York, San Francisco,

Washington, Milwaukee, Houston,


Toronto, London, Paris, Budapest,

Cairo, Sao Paulo, Rio de Janeiro,


To beat us with impunity,

To kick us in our genitals


And sodomize us in filthy alleys

And police stations.


Glory be to God,

For blessing us with a nation


Of Nigger-lynchers:

Praise Allah for the most honorable


Obeidah tribe of East Libya,

Who aims to finish the honorable work


Of Nathan Bedford Forrest.


Thank you, O lord, for upstanding men

like Pinochet, the Assads, the Obammys,


the Reagans, the Bushes, the Rockefellers;

Thank you for Hosni Mubarak.


Thank you for Syria

and a mountain of rubble

and an avalanche of corpses.


Thank you for Dylan Roof

and Jim Jones at Guyana,

thank you for understanding

that Yes, indeed, Black Lives

don’t really matter.


Thank you, O lord, for deposing our King;

Thank you, O lord, for killing Thomas Sankara;


Thank you, O lord, for Tupac Shakur,

Zip Coon, Amos and Andy, J.J., Nicky Barnes,

P. Diddy, Rick Ross, Hip-Hop, Crack, Crunk,

And the brilliant minds who produced it all.


Thank you,

Glory be to God.


Thank you for the International Monetary Fund,

And guys like Dominique Strauss-Kahn.


Thank you for reality shows,

Thank you for Jersey Shore and Bensonhurst.


Thank you for Maury Povich, and all

The lumpens who parade


Through his camera lens—the better to

Distract us from Afghanistan.


Thank you for Michelle Malkin, Ann

Coulter, Michael Savage, Ken Hamblin,


Joseph Goebbels, Julius Streicher, Rush

Limbaugh, Glenn Beck, Howard Stern,

and Donald Trump.


Thank you, O lord, for Obama’s waffling

And Oprah’s mammy-made re-runs.


Thank you for Wolf Blitzer,

Thank you for Likudniks,


Thank you for Ricki Lake, Jerry Springer,

Judge Judy, the Supreme Court Justice


System, for Homeland Security, for the Trans-

Portation Security Administration, and all


The perverts who grope girl’s pussies

For plutonium.


Thank you for playing worker against worker,

straight against gay,


Thank you for playing man against woman,

Old against young, north against south, east


Against west, spics against niggers,

gooks against spics, kikes against


gooks, Ay-rabs against

kikes, and so on and so forth;


Thank you for the Middle Passage, for

Nanking, for Hiroshima, for Libya,

for Baghdad, for Afghanistan,


Thank you for all the Holocausts, for

All the Conquistadors, for King Leopold and Tippu Tib,


Thank you for the destruction of Timbuktu,

Benin City, and Tulsa’s Black Wall Street,


Thank you for burning our libraries,

Thank you for destroying our culture,


Thank you for forcing us to live in the ghetto,

Thank you for making us hock our kidneys


Just to eat a hamburger;

Thank you for killing us


For stealing a slice of pound cake:


Thank you.


Thank you for flooding Harlem with

Heroin, Hipsters and Walt Disney,


Thank you for Hipsters, Hipsters, Hipsters,

Hipsters, Hipsters, and more Hipsters,


Thanks for gang-bangers

Who shoot at the drop of a pin.


Thank you, O lord, for forcing Cuba

To eat its own shit,


For forcing Haiti to grovel in the dirt

For yet another century,


For forcing Somalia to choose between

Starvation and piracy,


For forcing Mother Africa to sell

Her ass again.


Thank you, O lord, for bringing back

Torture camps and Inquisitions,


Thank you, O lord, for the guys

Who hacked off the manhood


of Hamza Khatib—


I mean, it was really his fault that

He was a mere thirteen year old,


Wasn’t it? And maybe his big, fat

Stomach should not have been in


The way of the bullets that struck him,

And maybe his dick should not have


Been in the way of the knife that

Removed it.


Glory be to the Creator, to God,

To Jehovah, the One and only—


Et benedictus,


Thank you, thank you, thank you,


Thank you.


We are eternally grateful that our

Earth has been hopelessly poisoned.


Thank you.


We are eternally grateful for facing extinction

at the hands of morons.


Thank you.


We are eternally grateful for you,

British Petroleum: you’ve done it again.


We are eternally grateful for the

Radiation eating out our insides,


O great guys of TEPCO:

Thank you for not telling the truth,


We did not need to hear it.


Thank you.



© 2011-2015 Philip Lewis