MY TEN CENTS (Inflation)

They practice religion
Not in a basement where you can't see
But in the open
Where they claim their god be
For you and me to see
They believe things you know can't be
And teach things you think shouldn't be
Fretting on about a perceived threat
You might be forced to participate
Call the wall of church and state
This is just wrong without debate
Public prayer should be against the law
Whether or not most may wish to participate
But I ask
Can we not also make it a law
That flowers not bloom in our presence
and birds not sing in our ear

By: Roger Harkness


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