They Say…

They say that it’s all about the

Children

“Save the children!”

from the perversions of nature

and those against God

I’m not against God

I’m against your interpretations of him.

They say that by teaching history

also known as facts

about the good things that we’ve done

we are corrupting the children

We are trying to recruit the children

To brain wash the innocent little beings by introducing them to our beliefs

and maybe we are.

Maybe we’re trying to brain wash them into believing that there is love in a world otherwise filled with pain.

That there is acceptance

and tolerance and that peace among humans is possible.

That God will love them

not smite them

We don’t bring our children to hate

participate in hate crimes

or the protesting of other children

We don’t teach our kids to kill those who don’t agree with us

We don’t teach our kids that they should be saved while all others parish.

So yes,

I guess it’s true

we are a cult of people who want to recruit little children

To teach love

To be love

To give love,

freely

To encourage others to be themselves and to achieve their goals

without bringing harm to others

so that they may enjoy a life without the barriers that your kind have wasted their time building

because sooner or later, you will be gone

just as I will be gone

and the little children will be grown

left fending for themselves and figuring out which type of life

they truly want to lead without your opinion (or mine)

so lock your doors,

disconnect the cable,

no radio’s allowed

unless you’re tuned in to the next Fox News vicodin induced trip

The lesbian’s are coming, along with the Gays, the Blacks, the Hispanics, and the Tranny’s

The immigrants aren’t far behind and believe me, our next target will in fact, be you!

Wanna be – Gangsta

I have no tolerance

for intolerance

no patience for impatience

I speak my mind

when that door is opened

and intruders attempt to step in

Never mind, the shaved head or tattooed neck,

This is my world! my home!

as much as it is for the next

who are you to push me around

or knock me down

because I have a mind of my own

I’ve spent my entire life

trying to find my voice and I refuse

to be silenced now

The pen in my hand

has taken more lives

than the gun you try to hide behind

when you shoot people in the back

What a cowardly act

If I die today, or even tomorrow

all because I’ve hurt your poor little feelings

You’ll be the one in prison dealing

and trying to hang yourself from the ceiling

I on the other hand will go on living

through my words,

the ones on this page,

the same words that you tried to quiet

and stop from flowing

so remember that little boy,

before you decide to pull out that gun that you think is just a toy to change both of our lives forever.