A POEM FROM OUR YOUTH

Now I sit me down in school
Where praying is against the rule
For in this great nation under God
Finds mention of Him very odd.

If Scripture now the class recites,
It violates the bill of rights
And anytime my head I bow
Becomes a Federal matter now.

Our hair can be purple, orange or green,
That's no offense, it's freedoms scene
The law is specific, the law is precise
Prayers spoken aloud are a serious vice.

For praying in a public hall
Might offend someone with no faith at all.
In silence alone we must meditate,
God's name is prohibited by the state.

We are allowed to cuss and dress like freaks,
And pierce our noses, tongues and cheeks
They've outlawed guns, but first the bible
To quote the Good Book makes me liable.

We can elect a pregnant senior queen
And the 'unwed daddy' our senior king
It's "inappropriate" to teach right from wrong
We're taught that such "judgments" do not belong

.We can get our condoms and birth controls
Study which craft, vampires and totem poles
But the Ten Commandments are not allowed
Now a word of God must reach this crowd

It is scary here I must confess
When chaos reigns the school's a mess
So, Lord this silent plea I make
Should I be shot; My soul please take!

Amen