You’re worried god will be offended
That I will fall in love the wrong way,
But won’t have any problem with
The children you let starve today?
You look so carefully into my life
And claim it’s all about morality
Then lock scared children in cages
While you brag about your decency.
You are what you say you hate
You don’t have what you claim;
You don’t have an honest bone,
Idea, or principle to your name.
You have carefully been fed your lines;
You make specious, wafer thin excuses,
You blame good people for your lies,
For your own past and present abuses.
If there is a god in heaven looking on
You are headed for your self-described hell.
But worry not, you’ll have lots of company
Among the devils you have supported so well.
You are what you say you hate
You don’t have what you claim;
You don’t have an honest bone,
Idea, or principle to your name.
Brent Kincaid
5/9/2019