Intolerance Poem by James McLain

Seven billion reasons O' why I hide
my wife and children, I can't see.
The hard working Muslim I won't be.
Eight years old the girl, that wears a dress
she won't,
long pants instead.

Timberlake Christian School,
the bible tells you so
what Jesus never said, O but you will.

Preemptive strikes against the gays
I think the others will again
so lock them up
even if the sentence when its done.

Mental illness unlike those
whom came before
those once great to many here to name
whom to you gave.

Will it be a world of jails, police?
A failed view a world the privileged few
to you whom are their slaves?

Sunlight I can't breath and colors you can't taste
and bushes without leaves
where trees won't grow and death is green
the writing on the wall to all fore told.

Where pits are dug not deep like once before
and on your knees you beg to them
and head shot some won't die
falling down your feet hang out and toes don't curl.

Perceptions, misconceptions are of you
and I of death our light squeezed out
by the very ones we looked up to the most.