Thanks for Hell

What God really chose for the oppressed I guess.

I hate the lying b******s who hated you
Who did all these awful things to all of us
Who left abroad to continue doing them too
Who leave one seat open in the back in the bus
Who kill and rape and murder because they can
Who profane the name of Freedom in Power's name
Who try to kill the dove in any man
Who make me wonder why no race is the same
Why it took so long to begin to ferret them out
When we knew them well in every school they went
Whether leaders and unjust users of their clout
It makes me paranoid when they share and vent
Let the weeds grow with the wheat ... thanks a whole lot . . .
Have you ever had to live in the weeds. . . ?  Obviously not!

Reviews

[paddy d daly]

heartfelt and full of emotion, I guess it comes straight from the heart, I really liked it, hate to point
out one typo in the last line, the word every, did you mean ever, easy mistake you might have just hit
an extra key.