I'm mad.
I'm sad.
And, I'm scared!
Because I have children.
And yes, I have sons.
Because, the wrong person,
the self important enemy,
could possibly have guns!
Because the wrong person,
won't see the innocence,
in either of my son's eyes.
They'll ignore that,
and see color, and size.
They'll look at him
but remember,
what last night's newscast said.
And, they could decide
that my baby was created,
when anger and evil,
were crossbred.
Thats reason enough!
Reason enough,
for blood, to be shed.
Reason enough!
Reason enough,
to decide that his life
aint worth living!
Reason enough!
Reason enough,
to decide,
that how he looks,
how he talks,
how he's dressed.....
Aint worth forgiving.
Now, my thoughts have been aired,
and my feelings bared.
And I know,
that there is really NO way,
for my sons to be prepared,
should a race war be declared.
And, I'm mad, sad, and dammit, I'm scared!
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