teapots would always pour right.
In Phyllis Tickle's tomorrow,
hierarchies will tumble,
the Spirit will lead,
as the Great Emergence sees light.
In Brian McLaren's acquaintance's view
the key to end poverty's clear:
it is, wait for it, Taxes!
— for those who have ears to hear.
It's not so bizarre a message;
a society built on trust,
with prosperity gained not by selling the poor,
God's commonwealth comes,
as the prophets speak out,
and the use of resources is just.
Billy Bragg too wants debts to be cancelled,
and the fight against racists to thrive,
and Milton Jones gives his one-liner gig,
and his ten second sermons,
And his stand-up hair —
at last, I've seen the man live!
And then there was Paul Kerensa —
(I knew him when he was Young) —
who decides at the end of his Exodus gig,
with a big finish needed, to see off the crowd,
that there is a song to be sung.
So Bohemian Rhapsody's taken,
and rewritten with Moses in mind,
and Pharaoh sings 'No, I will not let them go,'
and the crowd all reply in kind.
So day one of the festival's over,
but what will tomorrow bring?
More worship and talks, and comedy gigs,
and the chance to hear Flight Brigade sing.
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Location:Cheltenham racecourse
