I will not ever lie for you
My parents taught me not to,
Nor should you ever be cheered or praised
That is not how I was raised.
As long as I hear a child's cry
I will not ever believe your lie,
And when you say that you've come to help
I wanna give you a hard skelp.
When you have told others that you were wise
I laughed, I hope no one believes your lies,
And when you say that your a patriot
Remember, your bloodline is that of a expatriate.
When you saluted a dictator and then our flag
My pride and honor that day did sag,
And when I've heard you giving a speech
I wished that your teachers did better to teach.
You went to school and then to college
Supposedly to obtain lessons and knowledge,
Church has taught me to forgive when I pray
But, I don't believe anything that you will ever say.
Randy L. McClave
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