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Oct 2017
So here's why I am crazy.
I practice equality.
I actively act to ensure that right wins over wrong.
To top this all off, the disengaged will use this to sing
At the top of their lungs
That I am crazy -- it will be their song.

Now is it crazy to preach?
Or for you Jesus, Muhammed or Yahweh devotees:
You chant for peace and love,
But when it's your turn to apply
You conveniently turn your infamous blind eye?
God forbid you open those eyes.
And see the truth in the world you've ignored your whole life.

By all means, please.
Label me.
Radical.
What?
What will you label those who practice what they preach,
Rather than those who drift in ignorance, judgment and disbelief?

Well I know what I call these
Who sit and think the same as I.
But wake up in the morning to start their daily dream.
It's called hypocrisy.

Go ahead turn down your lights.
Now shut your blinds
You are just participants in the guilty's crimes.

And **** no I won't apologize.
For valuing other life
And **** your compromise.

Here's how this all rolls
You play the game
Act nice and just let it go.

And while the people of misfortune become further disenfranchised,
You can take pride in knowing that
Your ignorance is the safest place for you to hide.

So yeah I'm ******* crazy.
Nah, doesn't jive
Cameron Banowsky
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Cameron Banowsky  30/M/Los Angeles
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