I have been spending quite a bit of time in the last 2 weeks thinking through and reading about the Beatitudes again. Trying to reflect on what I learnt, I wrote a poem that is aiming for the mirror opposite of what the Beatitudes say, contextualised to our time and place.
Blessed are the rich for they will help themselves.
Blessed are the smiling for they are paid to do so.
Blessed are the arrogant for they will win elections.
Blessed are the self-made men for their autobiography sold well last Christmas.
Blessed are those who get revenge for their hard work has paid off.
Blessed are those with pure skin for everyone will stare.
Blessed are the empire builders for their place in history is secure.
Blessed are the popular for they shall be surrounded.
Blessed are the self-righteous bullies and online trolls for they have nothing to learn from anybody.