Patrick Fealy (1/1/1973 / Oakland)
The Bigotry of Equality
They say that we are equal while in truth they’d have it not
then christen your opinions with their luggie and their snot
they loath all your sincerity from towers standing tall
of Ivory out of Babylon where pride comes for it’s fall
Debate is far below them when in truth they are endowed
with ignorance and loathing like the rabble in the crowd.
and learning is all lost upon their sycophantic call
to brand all men as a bigots or as homophobic all
their houses all for comfort not for hospitality
and smothered with their vices that have killed maternity
I’d ask god to forgive them but in truth I've lost my way
And clamor in the desert for the cave where old Lot stays.
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