Cry Fowl

My love affair with you has come to an ugly dissolution
My angry tongue will have to bow to my greater sense of right
I can’t condemn you for beliefs I’d call a bit inhuman
But I won’t stand to have my money fuel your vicious fight

Don’t blame your prejudice on a higher power
Your lack of tolerance is locally grown

The first amendment gives you the right to preach how wrong you are
But which one says that you should take the rights of those you fear?
There’s only one “k” in your name, but to me it seems there should be three
The cross you brandish is a spark away from catching fire

Do you feel threatened by another couple’s consolation?
Or are there secret feelings you’re overcompensating for?

Each bite of what you’re selling would taste a whole lot sweeter
Without a dash of old-world mentality

You claim a faith that’s based on love, but your actions are driven by hate
Interpretations made to fit the dogmatism that you demonstrate

I’d rather dine upon a rotten bowl of human waste
Even that would leave me with a far more tolerable aftertaste