The Death of Fred Phelps of the Infamous Westboro Baptist Church (3-20-14)

Fred Phelps kicked the bucket today.

His sojourn on Earth is now over.

I can't say I'll feel very sad

When his body lies under the clover.

 

But I also refuse to rejoice,

For that would be wicked and spiteful.

But knowing he can't spew more venom

Is just on the verge of delightful.

 

No, I won't dance on his grave,

Throw confetti, or wave angry banners.

Why would I want to display

Behavior that mirrors his bad manners?

 

If I'm not assuming too much,

I suppose that his family is sad.

Though many, on hearing the news,

Are probably feeling quite glad.

 

He seemed to enjoy the attention

And knowing that people despised him.

I wonder what evil possessed him....

Who trained him and grimly advised him?

 

Too bad that he let all his anger

Consume him and make him so hateful.

There's one thing about which I'm certain:

For not having known him, I'm grateful.

 

He believed in a God that is vengeful,

Merciless, angry, and severe--

Who lacks kindness and compassion

And is devoid of love and good cheer. 

 

It's sad when you think how he managed

To poison so many a young mind

With odious, deceptive, sick teachings

And actions so cruel and unkind.

 

To think of the sadness he caused

Is honestly really deplorable.

To picket the funerals of soldiers

And others is far beyond horrible!

 

Now that he's left us forever

And waits at the "Gates" for a nod,

Will be be welcomed by Satan?

Or will he be gazing at God?

(3-20-14)