WHEN WRONG BECOMES RIGHT...
SHAME ON YOU... by b. Malin
You can riot at a Soldiers funeral.
WHY?
Dear God please tell me why?
Because YOU can comes the reply.
FREEDOM OF SPEECH...FREEDOM OF SPEECH.
The answer comes from the ground, not the sky.
So what if the pain they cause is more than a family can bare.
These Soliders, these dead Soliders, were once so alive.
Seeing a glorious sunset, watching the birds on high.
Somebody's Son, Brother, Sister, Mother, or Dad.
Or maybe just somebody's Friend...
Dying to keep all of us safe.
With their Hopes and Dreams set aside.
For a tomorrow they would never see again.
While you protest your hatred at their graves.
Dear God please tell me why.
You are their maker.
Is there any Decency left in them?
Are they Human?
Do they see their own Reflections in the Mirror?
Or does it look back at them in disgust?
I hope one day when these PROTESTORS DIE...
You will personally take them aside, and ask why?
And I hope they cry, and beg for your forgiveness.