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 HOW DARE THEY 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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