Proud

He’s a Proud Boy a strong boy Convinced he’s fighting for Freedom He’s a weak boy an angry boy Who needs someone to need him The Proud Boys accept him bad boys forming a pack his mind drinks their message White power’s better than crack He once was a quiet boy a truly gentle boy times two But lonely boy are sad boys with nothing to do The more they are banned The stronger it makes him feel Because boys who were once nothing have become a big deal Broken teeth, broken faces Blood pouring out of eyes Bricks bats and bottles others knocked down to size In the end not a Proud Boy Just a broken boy times three A blind boy with no answers His own worst enemy. All those other people Muslims, Antifa or Queers They are tied to his healing all groups that he fears Beyond the fringes The boy becomes a man Part of something far bigger Instead of no “Yes we can”!