I, Infidel To The Moon Of The Seven Skies Poem by Jett Franco

I, the red headed infidel
To the moon of the seven skies.
Hides from rusted croak
Busted man of desert east.

Being alone walking on bare feet
They call 'no good' unbeliever.
How my spirit look at the world
They forced me their greed evil ways.

For when I, an infidel they say,
Look at star never had shine.
They taught me live on way submission,
I just come speak my soul.

I, the red headed infidel
Would only believe, if fairness dwell
Between corporeal sex differences,
Man is twice as important than women.

I hate the hate you give,
To defy me between my faith and you.
I'm no direct racial corporate
I'm the peace loving spirit.

If a rape is legal with your culture;
I, the man of dreams and humanity,
Condemn your mad words.
For I'm no desert man, I'm for justice.

The moon don't shine on seven skies
But lights the earth when darkness comes.
The sun don't rotate in your crying desert,
And won't last its thrown on camels and donkeys.