Missionary work in the Amazon. Dedicated to Samantha Pearson, WSJ Journalist.

 



Wending down the muddy creeks


Of Amazon’s mighty waters,


Missionaries come to teach


All God’s sons and daughters.


But which creed do you think they’ll preach;


There are so many types.


Perhaps the natives will decide


By using their blowpipes:


Preachers who remain immune


To all their poison darts


Will win them body, soul,


And even their own murderous hearts.


While martyrs who succumb to taint


Will never ever be their saint.

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