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”!
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