I Was Asked

I was asked why do I own a gun Why do I enjoy to kill just for fun, Why do I like to harm and escalate strife And why do I enjoy to take a life. Then I told them all this Your thoughts about me you can just dismiss, Though I might indeed have a foe or a rival But, I do not own or want a gun or a rifle. I was asked and questioned once again This time why do I hate the color of different men, Why do I think that I'm always right Just because my skin color is white. Then I told them in racism I do not hear or see I am better than no one and no one is better than me, I don't listen or believe in racist lies We are all equal in God's all knowing eyes. I was asked why I hated the needy and the poor And how come I see them all as a sore, Why don't I care if they suffer or die And to help them why don't I ever care or try. Then I told them I help both the poor and the needy And to them I'm not hateful or selfish or greedy, I see them all as my brothers and sisters And like them I've suffered with hardships and blisters. I was asked why I hated others from a different land The Bible says with aliens be generous as you stand, Why do I detest and hate them so Why do I want to fill their life with sadness and woe. I finally told them all I am not that way I follow the teachings of the Lord Jesus everyday, Yes, I told as strange as it sounds I am a republican Strange as it sound, I am a born and true American. Randy L. McClave