A Psalm From Dallas To Gaza by Jeff Callaway

A Psalm From Dallas To Gaza 

By Jeff Callaway

Texas Outlaw Poet

(Three Cries Before the Throne of Jesus Christ)

"I know thy tribulation and thy poverty, but thou art rich: and thou art blasphemed by them that say they are Jews and are not, but are the synagogue of Satan." — Revelation 2:9, Douay-Rheims

I. WHAT THEY DID IN DALLAS 

November 22, 1963 — The Day American Sovereignty Was Buried With a President

Lord Jesus Christ, I am not writing You a poem today. I am writing You a document. A file. Stamped EXHIBIT A in the longest, quietest, most expensive coup any foreign government has ever pulled off against a free republic without a single shot fired on its own soil, without a single trial, without a single conviction, without a single senator with enough spine still attached to his skeleton to say the name out loud in open session on the floor of the body that was purchased to make sure it never would be said.

Let me tell You what happened on November 22, 1963.

There was a president, Lord. A Catholic one. One of Yours. John Fitzgerald Kennedy. He read the law. The Foreign Agents Registration Act. The law that says: if you lobby the United States government on behalf of a foreign power, you register. You disclose your money. You disclose your allegiance. You stand up in the light like a man instead of buying senators in the dark like a machine with no face and no address and no accountability.

Every foreign nation on earth had to register. The British. The Chinese. The Saudis. The Russians. Every nation with interests in America's policy had to wear its name on its chest. Except one.

The American Zionist Council — AIPAC's father, AIPAC's womb — was funneling five million dollars in today's currency, tunneled through the Jewish Agency of Israel, directly into the bloodstream of American political life. Robert Kennedy knew it. The Department of Justice knew it. The Senate Foreign Relations Committee under Senator William Fulbright knew it. They sent the letter on November 21, 1962. They sent the demand again on October 11, 1963 — Department expects your response within seventy-two hours. And the AZC's attorneys wrote back and said what they actually said, what is in the files, what is in the Freedom of Information records declassified and sitting there for anyone willing to read them: that registering as foreign agents "would eventually destroy the Zionist movement."

That was October 17, 1963.

John Fitzgerald Kennedy was killed on November 22, 1963.

Thirty-six days.

Lyndon Baines Johnson became president. His new Attorney General Nicholas Katzenbach dropped the case entirely. The American Zionist Council dissolved overnight and was reborn immediately under a new name — the American Israel Public Affairs Committee. AIPAC. They never registered. They never disclosed. They never stood in the light. They buried Kennedy's order with Kennedy and they have been purchasing this republic one senator, one congressman, one governor, one evangelical pastor, one editorial board, one think tank, one university president at a time every year since 1963 without a single registration, without a single public accounting, without a single apology to the American people whose consent was never asked.

And the president who tried to stop it is a photograph in a motorcade turning left onto Elm Street forever and forever and forever.

His name was Kennedy. He was baptized in Your Name, Lord. He died on a Friday.

I am from Texas. Dallas is in my state. Something died in Dallas in 1963 that has never been replaced, and every American born after that day — including my child — is living downstream of that wound.

Every nation on earth must bow to FARA. China must register. Russia must register. Iran must register. Saudi Arabia must register. Every dollar of foreign influence must stand in the light of disclosure under the law of this republic.

But the State of Israel — a government declared in 1948 by displacement and expulsion, given life year after year by American money, American weapons, American diplomatic cover, American sons and daughters sent to die in its manufactured wars — the State of Israel bows to nothing. To no law. To no treaty. To no president. Not even to the Catholic president who was found in a limousine on Elm Street the day before his deadline ran out and has never been explained to the satisfaction of anyone who has actually read the files.

They call it the special relationship.

I call it occupation from within. I call it the most effective and most invisible foreign takeover in the history of modern warfare — fought not with armies but with envelopes, with bundled campaign contributions, with all-expenses-paid junkets to Tel Aviv, with career-ending accusations of antisemitism deployed against anyone who says the word AIPAC in a sentence that doesn't end in gratitude.

The Apostle Paul — Your chosen vessel, struck blind on the Damascus road, raised up to write the architecture of Your Church — wrote to the Romans: "For they are not all Israelites that are of Israel." Not all. Not automatically. Not by blood or passport. He wrote to the Galatians: "There is neither Jew nor Greek: there is neither bond nor free: there is neither male nor female. For you are all one in Christ Jesus. And if you be Christ's, then are you the seed of Abraham, heirs according to the promise."

The heirs. The chosen. The inheritors of the promise. Are those who are in Christ Jesus. Not those who hold a particular passport. Not those who operate a particular lobby. Not those who control a particular piece of real estate and call it Holy Land while using Your Bible as a deed and the American tax dollar as a military budget.

Dallas was the beginning of this. And Gaza is where it leads.

II. WHAT THEY ARE DOING IN GAZA 

October 2023 to the Present — The Slaughter America Paid For

Lord, You wept at the tomb of Lazarus. Four days dead and You wept. The shortest verse in all of Scripture — Jesus wept — because a man You loved was dead and the people who loved him were crying.

I am asking You what You are doing at the tomb of seventy thousand Palestinians. At the tomb of twenty thousand children. One child per hour — the United Nations counted it — one child per hour, every hour, for twenty-three months, bombed and starved and crushed under concrete in a territory thirteen miles wide surrounded by sea on one side and the Israeli military on every other while the United States Senate voted more money, more bombs, more precision-guided munitions purchased from American defense contractors on credit cards held by the American taxpayer who was never once asked.

Three hundred billion dollars. Three hundred billion, adjusted for inflation, since 1948. The largest cumulative foreign aid recipient in American history. The most advanced military in the Middle East. And what was bought with three hundred billion American dollars was this: 97 percent of Gaza's schools damaged or destroyed. 94 percent of its hospitals damaged or destroyed. 78 percent of all structures in the entire Gaza Strip erased. 92 percent of the population forcibly displaced. Ninety thousand tons of American weapons delivered on eight hundred transport planes and one hundred forty ships since October 7, 2023 alone.

And the Gaza Health Ministry published a document — 1,516 pages long — listing by name, age, and identity number fifty thousand Palestinians killed. And the first three hundred and fifty pages of that document — Lord, listen — the first three hundred and fifty pages were entirely children. Children under sixteen. Three hundred and fifty pages of children.

One thousand and fifteen babies under one year of age killed. Four hundred and fifty of them born during the war and killed during the war, having never known a single morning without the sound of bombs, having never known what it is to be safe, having never known anything except the weight of concrete and the dark.

Fourteen hundred infants. Twenty thousand children. Seventy thousand human beings.

And the United States Senate voted Ted Cruz more campaign money from AIPAC and Ted Cruz voted Israel more bombs.

Lord, my senator — the senator of the state where I live and pray and raise my child — cares more about Israeli children than he does about the children of Texas. I am saying that plainly and I am saying it on the record. Because while Texas children go hungry, while Texas veterans sleep outside, while Texas families ration insulin and fentanyl takes our young — Ted Cruz is in Washington fighting for the country that has never once registered as a foreign agent, that has never once had to disclose its American investments, that has operated as a shadow government inside the United States Senate since the week Kennedy was buried.

Lord, they murdered Your people in Gaza inside Your church. The Holy Family Parish — the only Catholic church in the Gaza Strip — two women walking to the Missionaries of Charity convent shot in cold blood inside the parish walls. One of them shot while trying to carry her dying mother. Shot with American weapons. The Latin Patriarch of Jerusalem, Cardinal Pizzabella, said they were shot in cold blood inside the premises of the parish where there were no combatants. And Congress sent them more money the following week.

In Bethlehem — the city where You were born — Christians were 86 percent of the population in 1950. They are 10 percent today. In Jerusalem — the city where You carried Your cross — Christians are less than 2 percent. Far-right Israeli settlers spitting on pilgrims on the Via Dolorosa — spitting on Your people on the very stones Your blood fell on — calling them pagans, calling them idol-worshippers, vandalizing churches, assaulting priests, 111 documented incidents against Christians in Jerusalem in 2024 alone.

Across the whole of the Holy Land, Christians were 11 percent of the population the year Israel declared itself a state. They are 1 percent today. Ninety percent gone in seventy-seven years. A 90 percent demographic erasure of Christianity from the land where Christianity was born. And the evangelical churches of America wave Israeli flags on their stages and call it prophecy being fulfilled.

The State of Israel passed a Basic Law in 2018 declaring itself the nation-state exclusively of the Jewish people. They are planning eleven thousand new housing units for Jewish settlers in East Jerusalem. Their own officials call it Judaization. And AIPAC-funded senators call it the special relationship.

Lord, the International Court of Justice opened genocide proceedings against the State of Israel. A United Nations commission of inquiry found that Benjamin Netanyahu personally incited genocide. The Lancet published a peer-reviewed study estimating the true death toll at 75,000 or more by January 2025 alone — and climbing.

Famine was declared in Gaza in August 2025. 90 percent of households face water insecurity. 83 percent of agricultural wells destroyed. The first Palestinian child ever to die inside an Israeli prison died in 2025 — 17 years old — his autopsy showing extreme muscle wasting, untreated infections, dehydration, scabies, and blunt force trauma. A child. Systematically starved and beaten until his body gave out. In a prison. Funded in part by American money.

And Congress exempted Israel from the foreign aid freeze that applied to every other nation on earth.

I am telling You this, Lord. I am putting it before Your throne. I am not whispering.

III. THE PRAYER OF A TEXAS FATHER 

What I Ask of You, Lord Jesus Christ, For My Child's Tomorrow

I have a child, Lord.

He doesn't know yet what AIPAC is. He doesn't know yet that the country he was born into has been purchased — quietly, systematically, methodically — by a foreign government for sixty-two years without a single registration under the law, without a single honest public disclosure, without a single vote of the American people who are footing the bill with their taxes, with their sons, with their daughters, with their veterans who come home broken to on-ramps and cardboard signs while the senators fly to Tel Aviv on somebody else's money and call it statesmanship.

He doesn't know yet that the three hundred billion dollars that went to the most powerful military in the Middle East since 1948 — a military that is not fighting a war but erasing a people — could have given him universal healthcare. Fully funded schools. Clean water in every Texan county. Drug treatment programs for his neighbors dying of fentanyl. Housing for the veterans standing at his state's highway exits. Mental health care for the mothers in his county who cannot get to a doctor. Solutions — real solutions — to the real American crisis that has been quietly ignored for sixty years while the checks keep going to a government that was never required to say thank you, to wear a name tag, to register under the law that governs every other nation on earth.

He doesn't know yet.

But he will.

Because his father is not going to be silent.

And so I come to You, Lord Jesus Christ, not gently, not with the soft words the purchased church has practiced so long and so well that it has forgotten what a prophet sounds like. I come to You the way David came to You — sweating and barefoot and furious and holy. The way Jeremiah came when he was told to shut up and refused. The way Amos came down from the hills of Tekoa and walked into the king's court and named every crime out loud and did not soften a syllable.

I am coming to You with the imprecatory prayer that is the oldest prayer in Your Scripture — the prayer that does not look away from evil, that does not dress the wound of the nation's daughter lightly, that does not cry peace where there is no peace.

Lord, Your Apostle Paul — he who was a Jew of Jews, a Pharisee, a Roman citizen, a man who knew the law of Moses from the inside — wrote to the Romans: "For they are not all Israelites that are of Israel." Not all. Not by bloodline. Not by land deed. Not by political declaration. He wrote that the children of the promise are counted for the seed. That Jerusalem above is free. That the true heirs of Abraham are those in Christ. He wrote to the Ephesians that You broke down the wall of partition, that You made both Jew and Gentile one body, that the covenant was not a flag. Not a military budget. Not a lobby. Not an F-35.

And You yourself, Lord Jesus — You are the New Temple. You tore the veil of the old temple in two when You breathed Your last on Calvary. You are the final and only Passover Lamb. You are the fulfillment of every prophecy, every type, every shadow in the Old Covenant. Not a political entity created in 1948 by the Balfour Declaration and the expulsion of seven hundred thousand people from the land of their fathers. Not a nuclear-armed nation-state that has never signed the Nuclear Non-Proliferation Treaty, that has never been held accountable for its weapons programs the way Iran, Iraq, Libya, and North Korea have been — because AIPAC made sure that accountability didn't apply to them either.

You are the chosen. We — all who are in You — are the chosen. Jew, Gentile, Texan, Palestinian, every nation under heaven that calls on Your Name. That is the Gospel. That is what Paul said. That is what the Church has always taught. And the evangelical pastors who waved Israeli flags from their stages and told their congregations that the State of Israel was a sign of God's favor — those men preached a different gospel. And Paul said of a different gospel: "Let him be anathema."

Lord, I am asking You now. Not softly. Not diplomatically. Not with a congressional caveat.

Judge the State of Israel for the genocide in Gaza. For seventy thousand dead Palestinians. For twenty thousand dead children. For one thousand fifteen dead babies. For the two Catholic women shot inside Your church at the Holy Family Parish in Gaza. For the starvation engineered as policy. For the water systems demolished. For the hospitals bombed — 94 percent of them. For the schools bombed — 97 percent of them. For the journalists killed at a rate higher than every American war of the last century combined. For the poets killed. For the athletes killed. For the child who died in an Israeli prison in 2025 — seventeen years old, beaten and starved — the first child ever to die in Israeli custody. For the crosses spat upon on Via Dolorosa. For the priests assaulted in Your holy city. For the Judaization of East Jerusalem. For the 90 percent demographic erasure of Christianity from the land where Christianity was born. For the 2018 Basic Law that declared Your birthplace the exclusive nation-state of one people.

Judge the American politicians who took the money. Ted Cruz. And the one before him. And the one before that. Both parties. Both sides of the aisle. All of them. Every senator who stood on the floor of the United States Senate and said the words "our greatest ally" while American children didn't have food, while American veterans slept outside, while American mothers rationed medication and American communities flooded in fentanyl and the money kept going to the most advanced, most funded, most protected military in the Middle East.

Judge every man and every institution that kept Dallas buried. That took the Kennedy files and sat on them. That watched the AZC become AIPAC and said nothing. That watched the FARA registration demand get dropped the moment the president demanding it was lowered into the ground and said nothing. That has watched AIPAC operate without registration for sixty-two years while every other foreign lobby in America must stand in the light.

Lord, Your Son said: "For nothing is hidden that shall not be made manifest: nor secret that shall not be known and come abroad." — Luke 8:17, Douay-Rheims

I am asking You to make it manifest. All of it. The money. The files. The donors. The bundled contributions. The senators whose votes were purchased. The think tanks and the media and the algorithms that call it antisemitism every time an American journalist types the word AIPAC in a sentence that doesn't end in praise.

I love the Jewish people, Lord — You know I do. I love the Orthodox Jews of Neturei Karta who condemn Zionism by their own Torah and march for Palestinian lives. I love Jewish Voice for Peace. I love the Jewish Americans who wept when they saw the Gaza body count and said: not in our name. I love them.

But the State of Israel established in 1948 is not a people. It is a machine. An apparatus. A military government with a lobby inside our Congress and a hand inside our treasury and a track record of seventy-seven years of doing what it wants, killing who it wants, occupying who it wants, purchasing who it needs, and calling anyone who notices it an antisemite.

That machine is what I am naming. That machine is what I am bringing before Your throne. That machine killed seventy thousand Palestinians with my tax dollars. That machine shot two Catholic women inside a Catholic church. That machine erased 90 percent of Christianity from the birthplace of Christianity. That machine bought the Senate and buried a president and has never been held accountable for a single act in sixty-two years.

And my child is going to grow up in the country it controls unless something changes.

Lord, I am one man. A property manager in Navasota, Texas. A poet who writes on the edges of things polite people walk around. A sinner saved entirely by Your grace. A Catholic who receives You in the Eucharist and goes home and writes this because silence is a sin and I will not sin by silence.

Come, Lord Jesus. Judge the State of Israel. Judge the purchased politicians. Judge the false theology that replaced You with a flag. Restore this republic to its people. Restore the Middle East to peace — real peace, not managed peace, not purchased peace, not the peace that is really just a ceasefire between aid packages.

Give my child a country. Give Gaza's children a future. Give Bethlehem's Christians a city they can stay in. Give Dallas the truth it has never been allowed to have.

And bring every dollar of AIPAC money into the full and unsparing light of day.

Maranatha. Come, Lord Jesus. Come quickly. And make it right.

Amen.

~Jeff Callaway

Texas Outlaw Poet

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