What A Joke
We call society's outcasts freaks,
Labeling them for having a personality.
These people with nothing but pure desire,
Insanity brought about by humanity's cruel fire.
Pocket knifes stealing the lives of a mother's child,
Gang violence poisoning the mind into ignorant denial.
Yet worship is given to the monsters of this world,
Sitting fat onto a greed infested order.
Ruining the lives of the hard workers.
Creating these madmen that rape a father's daughter.
Molding the psychopath that stabs a lady's poor grandfather.
No one thinks of the ones who lose their world,
Until they are person screaming unjust.
Not realizing that this all steams
From a man who had one bad day.
Not realizing we are no different then him,
And he was only ahead of the curve.
So in that asylum,
We toss the loon, the freak inside.
Calling for his head,
Wishing he was dead,
The monster we gave birth to.
It's too much ask,
To save a freak,
Because most the time we're too late.
Yet every now and then comes freak,
Who can be save, but dies cause no one
Stands up and becames a little brave.
No, homo sapiens are content,
With excluding their own,
In a species that hates individuals,
Anyone too different from the world.
You call that girl,
The one who loves a little too dear,
A freak and crazy right beside her.
You name that Boy,
That loving boy,
A creeper and weirdo then egg them.
Then when hanging from rope,
You crack a few jokes,
Our people never truly caring we caused it.
Then we all go out,
To hear how they caught the real freaks.
HA! That's a joke if I ever heard one.