Your lack of intellect makes me scream,
Cry,
Pull out my hair,
Or maybe yours,
You are not like the Christ figure you pretend to admire,
You don't even care,
You have no desire,
And for an imbecile...
You are good at getting your way,
But you'll regret it,
Just not today.

Hate speech,
Exists to teach,
That to disagree is to hate,
But with no constitutional breach,
It can silence free speech and debate.

If you don't like me I apologize,
But that does not mean I'm unwise,
It does not mean I hate you,
But I will not stop just to give you wide eyes,
Hate speech just isn't true.

Michael Louviere was a man of the people,
Who held in his hand a book of the law,
And outside his belt a gun for his safety,
But never would he have used it for ******,
I'm told he helped many but never killed any,
But Sylvester Holt did not believe it,
He said the actions of one create a whole guilty people,
And he took the matters into his own  hands,
And killed poor young Michael for serving his people.


So I'm sorry young man, you been born with white skin,
In a world with the permissions to ****** and to maim,
But just to have freedom depends on your name,
But if you think its good I suppose ill let you,
Work for a cause that is just out to get you,
And keeping in line with the others before him,
Sylvester took the bait and the hook nearly gored him,
But the worm could've lived it was just his misfortune.


Sylvester laid down with a bullet in his chest,
And the gun in his hand had a burning hot barrel,
He assumed death was better than life and life only,
But in his last second he pulled out a small knife,
And cut in his gun small violent furrow,
It was then that he realized this all wasn't worth it,
He saw those two notches and handed himself in,
To a lifetime of no pain and and unwoken rest.

For some reason it seems that the people who most often attack racism, intolerance and bigotry, always embody those exact words.

You will not long be remembered,
Not with the perspective you gave me.
But what you have done will forever affect history.

You've left the wire,
Like a man, fighting a fire,
I'm just glad,
That you got to be free.

The *****’s name,
Is the politician’s claim,
He only has to gain,
Until it can rain,
And slow down his train,
And land his airplane,
Its all just in vain,
They'll use you until they feel pain.

I remember times when ****** where looked down upon and shunned,
Not like now,
When they are championed and called heroes,
Only in a sick, Twisted, modern society, they will tell you that it is done out of Anything other than sheer desperation.