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Author: Frosted Midnight
Fiction Rated: K - English - Tragedy/Spiritual - Reviews: 2 - Published: 06-03-09 - Updated: 06-03-09 - id:2680995

When I go to school each day

It makes me very sad

For you see I’ve been oppressed

And that makes me kind of mad

When I go to Google

To search the web around

And type in Mohammed or Buddha

The links they will abound

But if I type in God

Not one link can I click

For you see

He has been banned

And it makes me kind of sick

If I were a Buddhist

And sat beside my chair

A statue of my great one

No one would really care

Or if I were a Muslim

And brought my own Koran

Oh well hey, that’d be ok

Of course, Oh sure you can

But if I brought my Bible

A problem would I bring

They’d say

Oh hey, put that away

Here you can’t read that thing

We are a nation under God

And he loves us one and all

But soon I fear

I won’t be let to hear

Any mention of him at all

Why is it that I can't

Of my worship service speak

Without someone believing

That I’m trying to show cheek

For now I have my freedom

To my worship I will go

But I wonder in my heart

If soon it wont be so

How soon will I be hiding

And lowering my head

Because I am a Christian

And believe in what God said

Our beliefs may differ

But I am the same as you

I only want to worship

As my God wants me to do

So I ask you now quite bluntly

If you are offended, why?

I raise my voice

This is my choice

May my nation hear my cry.



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