Poem:
MARY AND MARTHA
A PROTEST
One again, Jesus of Nazareth,
you offend our Aussie sense of a fair go.
Martha’s our preferred saint,
not your friend Mary who sits like a drone
when in the end the boring work must get done.
Once again, Jesus the troubler,
you make light of all those extra hours your Marthas still put in late at night,
while your ‘precious’ Marys make it their right
to smile and hand round the cake.
o dismay our righteous ego.
Once again, Jesus the prophet, you defy our sense of right and wrong.
It’s hard enough already to be your ally,
without this story which appears to decry
all our hard work and tears.
© B.D. Prewer 2000 & 2012
