Hypocrisy
You tell me I should never judge,
When I cross paths with you.
That I should always show respect,
To what you say and do.
But when I share what I believe,
You tell me not to speak.
You say my thoughts offend your ears,
Then treat me like a freak.
Profanity pours from your mouth,
Your movies and your songs,
But if I take offense at this,
You tell me that I'm wrong.
And yet, the mention of God's name
Is more than you can bear.
You tell me I should hold my tongue,
While you curse without care.
You say I need an open mind,
Yet yours is closed to me.
You claim that faith has left me blind,
While you still fail to see.
You try so hard to silence God,
To cast Him from your sight,
While everything that you believe
Is brought into the light.
With indignation you demand
That I get with the times,
And reject this Dark Age dogma
That claims sin is a crime.
No tyrant living in the sky
Will set the rules for you!
As long as you don't break man's laws,
There's nothing more to do.
Since I believe in fairytales
I don't deserve respect.
Why listen to deluded words
You KNOW are incorrect?
And that is how you justify
Your blind hypocrisy.
This righteous indignation hides
Your flagrant bigotry.
Yet you think our reality
Can fit into a box.
That realms like this create themselves,
No need for building blocks.
From nothing's bitter emptiness,
Our universe arose,
A cosmos from oblivion,
Is the myth you propose.
What you believe is based on faith,
Truth can't be ascertained.
So why should I show you respect,
When you show me disdain?
Not one of us can offer proof,
For the things we believe.
And anyone who says they can,
Is trying to deceive.
So no, I will not hold my tongue,
Nor spare your tender ears,
I'll march my faith right down your street,
Despite your stones and spears.
I do not yield to hypocrites
Nor bow to bigotry.
And I will give you my respect,
When you give yours to me.
Copyright ©
Mark Spencer
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