You sit in your ivory tower
looking down on the rest of us.
Declaring how 'God is useless' and
our faith somehow proves it is thus.
Trying to blame the working man for
the chaos the liberals chose.
Telling the world God won't answer prayer
'gun control' will answer all woes.
Believing yourselves superior
thus you mock us from your front-page.
When you go down the drain as others;
perhaps then you'll grasp our outrage.
Your tower won't be so pretty when
the terrorists get through with you.
Don't ask us to pray or grab our guns,
we're too stupid to know what to do.
cdm 12/3/15
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem