15. Absolute Freedom

15.
Absolute Freedom

How to make a bomb,
love one another,
porn, kiddie style,
suffer little children to come to me,
make a cupcake,
hate a Jew,
it's all there for me and you.
Where? a click away,
have a nice day.
Don't forget to steal and rob,
why should a musician have a job?
Hate and love have equal time,
the choice is yours, name your crime.
I speak metaphorically to you,
for Jew read nigger, kike and wop,
will name calling never stop?
Muslims, should they all be dead?
You bet your life, someone said.
Why not shoot a schoolgirl in the head or throw acid in her face?
Turn a blind eye, human race.
Blind to love, blinded by hate,
self love knows no laws,
appears to be the primal cause.
Hating right, loving wrong.
Here I end my sad, sad song.
I guess my poems will not win,
it always seems, first place to sin.
The Rolling Stones were better but the Beatles made the grade.
Oh well, in every life, sunshine and shade.
In art, most deeply felt is best,
give me Van Gogh, you keep the rest.
In life, what do you think?
Who rules the world? Those who think.
They wear a bomb to blow us and them apart.
Feeling, good old feeling, speaks to and from the heart.
When the haters call you mad,
be glad.
Laugh, don't cry.
You are as I.