Heretic Poem by Kevin Crinks

What's your problem with my views?
What is giving you the blues?
You don't agree with what I've said
And now you hate me, wish me dead

I'm a prson with original thought
But don't think as you suppose I ought
You've no interest in what makes me tick
And label me a heretic

My heresy you can't abide
My beliefs and thoughts you would deride
But new developments give you choice
To silence my dissenting voice

In modern times you try the ploy
Of what you don't like, you destroy
You bomb, you shoot, you kill, you maim
Elimination is your aim

The world is now a fearful place
We can destroy and leave no trace
We have the power to choose our fate
So let's make peace - before it's too late