Where Have All the Protestants Gone?
By Bob Todd

‘T was right before Christmas,
And there was not a real man was stirring in the White House,
No, not a worm, or even a louse.

They had long since lit that Ole Pagan-Christmas tree,
Bill and Hillary were lingering in their socialist anti-Protestant dream,
And all at once they proclaimed, ‘tis slavery for the world,
By "Peace" we wage war,
And no one will be, no not one, will be free anymore.

While they sang their songs of peace, joy on earth, and good will to all men, Who would have ever believed that 'twas idolatry, that great sin.
As the U.N. was counting just what America would be worth,
‘Twas the children’s hearts and minds that lay in a spiritual dearth.

Throughout the land they cried, do not bother us with the truth,
Ten Commandments, 150 laws, Seven Holy Feasts,
it all sounds so new,
‘Tis not what we have been taught,
as was Christian Paganism from our youth.

We call ourselves Protestants,
But ’tis Catholicism after which we lust,
If you ask why, all you will hear is,
It is now our tradition, we must,
And if we tell the world about the truth,
’Tis the Janet Reno types who will be sent after us.

They say, do not complain when we teach our religion to your little ones,
How else can we claim American for the United Nations, and the Vatican,
If they knew the truth, what we have planned,
It would spoil all our international-oppressing fun.




‘Twas 1860, We changed your religion, from yours to ours,
Now we tax you to death, and own everything from churches to bars,
And soon we’ll be tracking you at home, and in your cars.
Who need prisons, when we make them without bars.

Would this make a Holiday-gift surprise?
To implant the whole world with this “Digital Angel”,
In your head, your hand, or behind your eyes.
From Adam and Eve, to the U.S. today,
What has destroyed mankind throughout all time?
‘Tis lies and idolatry I say.
One in all, we suffer the curse, for believing a lie,
No matter how much we claim to be wise, will we ever learn,
Just what truth is worth?

A Christmas Poem, By Bob Todd