The Great Opression

How is it Gods will

to call a kid disgusting

Just for who he loves


You tell us we are sick

And that we need special help

though you have no doctor's degree


You tell us how to love

though you know no love yourself

you only know how to judge


You tell us as well

that we'll all end up in Hell

As the devil is ringing his bell


As you curse us to Hell

and throw rocks at us

call us freaks

and reject us

and you still call yourself the victim











This poem is about: 
My community
My country


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