Bourgeois Christ

Not the son of gods but the son of a poor man,
Not a holy messiah but a saviour of the spirit.
To the Christ who whipped the money-men,
The Christ who stood against his oppressors,
Was betrayed, tortured and dried in the sun.
The working class hero whom all the bourgeoisie love –
They now sit in church, praying to the one they scorned.
Christ is not so easy, I tell you.