Thursday, January 21, 2010

tea party of the dead

we never learned being right without hate
this tower is simply our fate
take comfort to see that all we believe
things our father's knew in their reprieve

the lost they can never come in
kept out by the weight of their sin
and i won't lift a hand to free
those who choose to disagree

but look how we're casting off shackles
of the weak we cast out to the jackals
smirk and just drink to their health
these chains can carry our wealth

but who am i
to lock you out again
the least of these
i've shunned as a friend

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