Still today, the bitterness permeates your character, the
reasons for your hate though, desists
In a multitude of ways, you are reliving the past
Dead ways of thinking, you prove lasts
Think for a little while
of all that you have, then
think about the world around you, don't
let them blind you
Don't let others tell you what to think
how to feel, what to say, how to vote
Think, because
it's not illegal yet
If those bitter people you believe in so much
had their way?
Thoughts would mean nothing; there goes our way of life
Think about your neighbors, friends, family
What does it matter to you, how they live their lives,
unless it truly does negatively affect you?
So, think, because
it's not illegal yet