I am sick of people
telling me
How I should live my
life.
Home of the free,
land of the brave,
But it’s all full of
strife.
If you love a boy and
you’re a boy
Then you can’t say I
do.
If you take a drag
outside your walls
Your whole damned
life is through.
If you say this while
they’re thinking that
Your mind they will
destroy.
You are crucified and
left alone
If you won’t be their
toy.
Banish all abortions,
Snap your seatbelt
tight.
And no one has said a
fucking thing?
I tell you, it’s not
right!
I’m sick of war and
needless death
All the reasons why
We’re sending kids to
foreign lands
Just to watch them
die.
If this is our
America
Built on blood and
tears
Then Christ, I’d hate
to see it
In another forty
years.
*I wrote this when I was nineteen years old in response to some stuff that was rejected and demanded as a result of a local election (that was in '06) and I find it sad that many of these things are still true today. I remember writing it thinking things would have to get better...
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