"The Wanderer..."

"I went drifting
Through the capitals of tin
Where men can't walk
Or freely talk
And sons turn their fathers in.

I stopped outside a church house
Where the citizens like to sit.
They say they want the kingdom
But they don't want God in it..."

- U2, The Wanderer (lyrics by Bono, vocals by by Johnny Cash)

This story says something. I don't think that it's something particularly good, or particularly healthy. My initial reaction is not positive, but I know that my knee's jerking there, so I'll refrain from further comment for the moment...