Burning the Remnants of Hate

[Max]

I see you walking in town, draped in your Confederate Flag
Here, let me shove it down your throat until you gag
I have a whole posse of angry liberals, Jews and blacks
19th century Georgia called, they want their washcloth back

There's no room in this town for your racist views
Open your hateful mouth to me
I promise you'll make the news

I see you marching in the streets with your precious Klan
Calling for a pale purification of your God-given land
Scream your rebel yell, call out loud for your fellow man
Just know that my boot will floor your before you can stand

There's no room in this country for your racist views
If you won't go out silently
Then you will sink with your crew

I see you on television cloaked in your Nazi attire
You and it are more than fit for an epic bonfire
Let's see your true colors, I want to hear "Seig Heil!"
Burn in Hell forever with your coward Austrian sire

There's no room in this wide world for your racist views
You must be put down violently
And the greatest of ironies
Is that those you hunt-- gays, blacks, Jews-- will out-live you



If you truly desire to meet Confederate ghosts
Or Adolf the Fuerer
It would be my pleasure to send you there
You're the disease, I am the cure

[Artemis]

Strong words Max .... although I agree with you wholeheartedly of course there is enough violence and hate in this world, oh what it would be just to ignore them and let them dissappear, alas I know it never works like that. I feel your hate, but don't let it make you bitter, you're far above that Max .... let them hang themselves with their OWN rope ... hugs, Kerry xxx

[Harklight]

Well done getting the anger across and maintaining rhyme here, Max. These people might gain recognition for a while but retribution will come soon: we, the rest of us, will lawfully show "There's no room in this wide world for your racist views". We are ALL the cure - or we're part of the problem. H x

[Jamie~poetshare.forumotion.com]

For me the last verse really punches the anger home. Well rhymed and well written, the repeated lines lend an anthem-like tone to the piece. Kerry's advice is good, though. Don't let the bastards wear you down.