The Prayer Of Fear Or Why Can'T We Just All Get Along... Poem by Ted Sheridan

I want to kill you
make no mistake about it
I dream about the many ways
in which to do it
I want to kill you
enjoying your last breath
seeing your eyes
blown out the back of your head
I want to kill you
for the hatred is so great
inside my heart
that I think of little else
I want to kill you
for you defile the ground
on which you stand
with your adulterated god
and your flag waving hands
I want to kill you
to be free of your control
because of you and your kind
my children must live in filth
then die so young
I want to kill you
you with your riches and wealth
I will chop off your heads
your hands
your feet
offer your body to god
that he may burn you in hell
so that no amount of money
can put America
back together again
I want to kill you
it is why I pray
the 'Prayer Of Fear'