The Atrocity

Woke up with a headache Throbbing to the beat Of that song on the radio Always on repeat Sung by a masochist Written by a creep How I love when I’m criticized by the meek By a rickety white man That’s morals are constructed By hate and inequality Love that’s paired with scrutiny Plus constructs that are weak Trust my lovely brother He’s funded manipulation For a proper nation Where the homos repent Where the women are mothers Where the church is forced on the troubled Where naturalism is turned to ash Where equality is taught to be bad Woke up with a headache Throbbing to the beat Of the rhythm the soldiers make with their feet Reciting orders told to them Mistakes will certify being beat They learn the steps to a dance Named the atrocity