Pay to sit with crows See them chew on souls Watch the auction of faith Be sold to buy a conscience. I carried a cross to bear On a Gethsemane of popcorn As people gazed and names rolled And Mel Gibson’s name left me cold. On Oscar night will Christ win? I pray to God Mel thanks him, And as Jewish actors applaud and smile I will wipe a tear from my salted phial, The silver screen has rusted, And profits made from prophets slayed From Messiah to mortal entrusted.