Left With Nothing
I don't always know the right thing to say,
But I feel inclined to speak out anyway
To define the one thing that can never be understood
Is the real sin: rooting out love where it lay.
And we keep pressing on
To an oppressive song
That will haunt this country until we change
Equality for now is long gone-
They are lesser: an abomination,
Contaminating the nation
Tell me how this is any different than 50 years ago;
We keep denying and hating,
Their lives depreciating
The accusers follow hypocrisy,
Spitting piety with venom
Until they don't remember what they're destroying for.
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