Thursday, 18 August 2011

The Rioter's Prayer ...

I don't know who the author of this is, but he's summed up the present state of religion and society pretty well ...

Our Father who art in prison
my mum knows not his name.
Thy riots come,
read it in the Sun,
in Birmingham as it is in London.
Give us this day our welfare bread
and forgive us our looting as
we are happy to loot those who defend stuff against us.
Lead us not into employment,
but deliver us free housing.
For thine is the telly's,
the blackberry and the Bacardi
forever and ever.

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