Intolerance

Seven billion reasons O' why I hide my wife and children, I can't see. The hard working Muslim I won't be. Eight years old the girl, that wears a dress she won't, long pants instead. Timberlake Christian School, the bible tells you so what Jesus never said, O but you will. Preemptive strikes against the gays I think the others will again so lock them up even if the sentence when its done. Mental illness unlike those whom came before those once great to many here to name whom to you gave. Will it be a world of jails, police? A failed view a world the privileged few to you whom are their slaves? Sunlight I can't breath and colors you can't taste and bushes without leaves where trees won't grow and death is green the writing on the wall to all fore told. Where pits are dug not deep like once before and on your knees you beg to them and head shot some won't die falling down your feet hang out and toes don't curl. Perceptions, misconceptions are of you and I of death our light squeezed out by the very ones we looked up to the most.