Fake For Logic

Your lies fly on November winds
Came to me, smearing as they flew;             
They shout, “The lies he sends
Has fake for logic, hate for you.”

Lib’ral lies, smeared upon my screen,
Can’t you read fake or see the hate?
I saw the lies from my logic so keen.
Your sickened thoughts, there’s no debate!

Beneath words of hate lie your vacant thoughts,
Where hate is prime and children die;
In the acid burnings of brain-sucked tots,
And lib’rals, these precious humans deny.

We hear these children’s painful cries
They’re innocent but you don’t care.
We see the hate formed in your eyes
As you rant and rave without a tear.

And now you talk of children dead
In far off Iraq or Afghanistan.
How dare you point and tilt your head;
And then blame the deaths on Bush’s plan.

Your friends in hate are those who kill,
They target children one and all,
While you sit home and act the shill
Covering up the babies you maul.