Your empty words float on digital air
Buoyed by hate, greed and lies so bad
All written with liberal smearing care
Proving once more your soul’s so sad
I write these words in the morning light
Singeing your hate with perfect bliss
Opening with truth your darkened night
One only a liberal would care to miss
At times I write in such a brilliant way
The truth now totally in control
Saying things I am forced to say
From way down deep inside my soul
My poems respond to your hate-filled heart
Sharing the truth with passionate grace
Of hard-core logic mixed with rhyming art
Truth right there in your podunk face
I write of things you know nothing about
Logical excursions of right and wrong
Of true love and respect you’re now without
In that club of silence you now belong
Hour by hour as time goes by
I write the truth to a brother lost
Since he never asks the reasons why
He’ll never understand the final cost
The liberal way is no way at all
Just fools wandering along a backward path
No reason, no rhyme, destined to fall
The fruit at the end is God’s holy wrath
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