Do you think
You could find the solution
To all this confusion
Within the lines
Of our Constituition?
No, no, hear me out,
Listen to these words,
That's what it's all about.
See, you think this is a Christian nation,
So let me explain,
Let me offer an explanation.
The point of this place,
Of our foundation,
Was freedom from persecution,
So let me clear the air
Of your verbal pollution.
See, the answer is in the opening statement,
In the words that expressed our need
For a moral replacement.
Listen, just listen,
To the words that would christen
Ever chance we are given
To pursue our ambition.
See, you want freedom.
You claim that is your cause,
But I'd wait a second,
Let my words give you pause.
Do you want freedom of religion,
Or is it just your decision
To bend with omission
Making the moral-north
Your special brand
Of Christian superstition?
See, you might not like
What I have to say,
But not much really matters
When you've been led astray.
The words that were written
Were giving permission
To speak fact or fiction
In whatever rendition
Suits your composition.
What was said was
"Congress shall make no law respecting an establishment of religion,"
Removing any notion
Of this nation being Christian.
They went on to add
"... or prohibiting the free exercise thereof;"
Establishing that we should dispose of
This notion that no love
Is the only free love.
It was then mentioned
That no one within power
Could prevent the intention
Of speaking loudly enough
That all could listen.
We were told our right
Was freedom of speech
That we all have
Our very own thoughts to preach.
We were given freedom of the press,
To say whatever truth must be addressed,
So we have more options,
More answers
Than just "No" or "Yes".
Nevertheless,
This process
Seems to digress
Away from the point,
To liberate the oppressed.
Listen,
This world is filled with danger,
We cannot take pride in being a nation of strangers,
Where the failings of our system
Is taken out on a teenager.
I just feel like we were supposed to be better,
Than a thread of angry tweets
And a Scarlet Letter.
I look back at those kids
Who have only blood on their sweaters,
And I start to remember
That we, the people,
We, the hopeful,
We don't surrender.
We are stronger together.
And as a former child
Whose smile
Was defiled
And wasn't given a chance
Before being exiled,
I urge you to look at your own,
To thank those you love
For always coming home.
I dare you to look an innocent in the eyes
And tell them there are so many possessions
That are worth more than their lives.
Because, to you,
Nobody is their own.
It is well known
That you will cast the first stone
Until you hear the break of their bones.
Why is it so important to you,
Someone else's *** chromosome?
Someone's reason for leaving home?
Someone making choices for their own?
You act like you do no wrong,
That as long
As you spit venom
The hatred will make you strong
But I know
That you knew all along
The enemy was never me
Or the people
We strive to be,
But it was the voice
That you use so cruelly
And told us not to believe,
So believe me when I say,
There will come a day
One cold Sunday
Where the runaways
Won't run away,
And you'll hear us say
"Come what may,
We're here to stay."
Because the rate of suicides
Is becoming much too high
For us to try
To hide
This monster that's eating us up inside
We try to confide
That it's this or that side
But we are all aware
That if we just put down our pride,
And stood with our hands held together
Our eyes fixed on the sky
We could do better,
We could love one another,
We could accept every sister or brother or other.
It just depends
On how soon we want the bloodshed to end.