Irma S. Chambers

‘TWAS THE DAY OF THE COURT HEARING… WESTBORO BAPTIST CHURCH

‘Twas the day of the court ruling of this rotten hateful louse,
When he would be judged, and be ousted like a mouse;
he sat at the defense table with his hateful sinister stare,
in hopes that “his God” would be fair;

Everyone looked in wonder at this man called Fred,
and wondered what sinister thoughts prevailed in his head;
He sat there all smug with his hands in his lap,
While he stared down the judge, and smiled like a sap;

When all of the sudden the jury came in with a clatter;
He sprang to his feet like the mad hatter;
His lawyer also stood up in a flash,
And scratched at himself as if he had a rash;

The jury all sat in their assigned little row,
While they stared at the man whom they had just judged below;
Everyone waited in anticipated fear,
For the verdict they all had come to hear;

The judge hit his gavel loudly and quick,
My stomach turned then, I thought I’d be sick;
He pounded his hammer, the courtroom he tried to tame,
As we waited for him to call the defendant by name;

“Now, Mr. Phelps, your church and your sons and daughters too
It’s our turn to judge you for all that you do”
“You preach that God hates us all,
You think that you’re above the law;

You picket the funeral’s of soldiers who have fallen,
You claim God tells you to and it’s your calling;
You hide behind the laws of this country that you so hate
And wash your hands in the blood of our fallen soldiers fate;

To call yourself a man of God, is ridiculous beyond belief,
For God would never tell us to picket a funeral and cause that family undue grief;
Freedom of speech is our right… to make those families grieve more,
To picket like fools and yell that they deserved to die in war;

Has been your mantra for many years and it’s been your claim,
Well were here to tell you we are about to do the same;
You not only violate God’s law you have broken man’s law as well,
By attending soldiers funerals and chanting in the background that they rot in hell;

No one has the right, to do such hateful things,
What you do is worse than the stuff you claim are sins;
One day we will all meet our maker in the sky,
I’m sure you won’t go there when you die;

Because Mr. Phelps the true God of man is good, forgiving and true,
he hates and condemns the likes of you;
And then, in an instant we all knew the truth,
Fred was found guilty for we needed no more proof;

As I drew up my hand to my mouth, and I turned around,
I saw Mr. Phelps leap with a bound;
His face was all distorted in hate and he started to yell,
Damnation to all!! You’ll all rot in hell!

I’m God’s chosen one; you will all pay,
For how you have judged me today!!!
His eyes – they looked evil, he made me feel wary!
His cheeks were all red, he looked downright scary!

He had spittle in his mouth and sweat on his brow,
And his face was all crinkled in an ugly scowl
I swear I saw fangs on the tips of his teeth,
And smoke came out of his nose and encircled his head like a wreath;

He looked like a demon spawned right in hell,
he shook, and he screamed and then he fell.
When he heard he would lose all of his earthly wealth,
I smiled when I heard this, in spite of myself;

I sat and I stared at this man called Fred,
and for an instant I wished and hoped that he was dead
then I felt a sudden pity in my heart for this jerk
For he’s one of God’s children doing the devil’s work

his heart is black corrupted by hate
And only God knows his true fate
But for now we are bound to earth until we die
And we have our courts of law that we must live by

Man judging man for the things that we’ve done,
This a small victory for Albert Snyder has won;
To return the honor and dignity that his son deserved
When he tried to bury his son and Fred picketed and cursed.

Justice was served in mans court of law today and it was done right
Let us all pray to our God that Westboro Baptist church disappears out of sight!!!

©Copyright November 4, 2007 by Irma S. Chambers