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