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You call me alarmist Because I say what I have heard. You call me socialist As if it were a ***** word. You call me communist Like this is nineteen fifty two. You make an epithet Of anyone who contradicts you. You call me coward Because I hate war so much. You call people ****** If men should hug or touch. You call people terrorists If they don't worship your way. You seem to hate the poor Wish they would just go away. You have a list of names You use instead of using specifics. You have a list of behaviors You consider to be extra terrific Like making fun of races And calling starving people losers. Make laws against cannabis While you are a bunch of boozers. You use Christianity Like membership in the Rotary. Won't take your credentials To be verified by a legal notary. You hide your profits And brag about your successes And become homicidal If you get anything but yesses. It's a sick world you sell With your hate filled speeches. Surely this is not what Your spiritual leader teaches. There is so much disdain And even evil in what you do. Let us all hope and pray Our kids don't turn out like you.
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Sep 23, 2016
Sep 23, 2016 at 1:47 PM UTC
THE NAME GAME
You call me alarmist Because I say what I have heard. You call me socialist As if it were a ***** word. You call me communist Like this is nineteen fifty two. You make an epithet Of anyone who contradicts you. You call me coward Because I hate war so much. You call people ****** If men should hug or touch. You call people terrorists If they don't worship your way. You seem to hate the poor Wish they would just go away. You have a list of names You use instead of using specifics. You have a list of behaviors You consider to be extra terrific Like making fun of races And calling starving people losers. Make laws against cannabis While you are a bunch of boozers. You use Christianity Like membership in the Rotary. Won't take your credentials To be verified by a legal notary. You hide your profits And brag about your successes And become homicidal If you get anything but yesses. It's a sick world you sell With your hate filled speeches. Surely this is not what Your spiritual leader teaches. There is so much disdain And even evil in what you do. Let us all hope and pray Our kids don't turn out like you.
brent-kincaid
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Sep 23, 2016
Sep 23, 2016 at 1:47 PM UTC
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