The Three Flourescents Shining

I sit at my desk and look up at the light,
Three flourescents shining very bright,
The emails from one of my older brothers,
Arrive along with a bunch of others.
He hates our soldiers as they die,
While praising liberals when they lie.

I lean back in my chair reading his words I abhor
He supports the terrorist in this bloody war.
The three flourescents continue to shine
My brother really believes he is divine.
The terrorists murder an innocent victim
And all he does is curse the system.

He hates the ones who are fighting the war
When told the truth he will simply ignore.
He hates anyone who disagrees
But agrees with those who would appease.

He thinks Hussein is really great
And hopes a socialist rule to create


I go to bed and close my eyes
And hear the victims mournful cries.
They’re blown to bits by terrorist thugs
While my dear brother wants to give them hugs.
It’s not their fault, don’t you see?
We’re the ones who forced their spree.

Then I hear a little voice say
What idiot could possibly think this way?
The choice was theirs and not ours,
So why do the liberals send them flowers?
They hate our God and who we are
But ask my brother, he’s really bizarre!