They swarm like bees to the garden of wonder
Determined to find what their hearts have deplored.
Jamming their minds with earthshakin' thunder
Dancin' for rain they scorned long ago…
Not a single soul living outside of their hatred
For the blindness within they're hell bent to show
Fearin' the future for which they're already fated
Smelling of the stench of the seeds they have sowed.
Dead set on condemnin', the life they are given…
Righteous and rotten, down to the core.
Blaming their God, for the dead and the living...
In a gospel of hate, we already know.
Yelling steers and queers, and drunk Cheerleaders
And blacks with their pants that are hangin' too low
Knockin' the world, from fearing their fears…
Doin' the same thing they did to the wild buffalo.
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Same thing they did the wind buffalo. Very excellent writing ever shared on the desk. Nicewriting realkly.