An American Prayer

Poem By kendall thomas

I’m gonna kill, rape and plunder
cause I do what I’m told to do.
My government would never lie,
so I do what I’m told to do.

There are little, brown people
who want to hurt me and you;
so I kill, rape and plunder
and do what I’m told to do.

Well, I kill, rape and plunder
so the rich get what they’re due.
I shut my ears to the screams
of the children that I've slew.

Well, they’re just godless heathens
who don’t believe in good like me and you;
It’s alright to kill’em
before they kill me and you.

They hate us for our freedoms-
not because we bomb them night and day
or starve them into submission-
it’s our Christian duty that we slay.

And so I kill, rape and plunder
and do what I’m told to do
cause I’m a loyal American
and I do what God tells me to.

Comments about An American Prayer

I like this poem, and I hope other people get the message.
shock factor extraordinare, but i get your message. My hope is that people are not that mindless that they put their power in the hands of anyone but themselves and their own concience.
but why? ? ? ? God doesn't command us to do bad things... it's not our Christian duty. anyway, i don't want my comment to be biased... looking at the poem itself, on how it was made, you have expressed it... but of course i hate the message. please don't be offended... i don't mean to.


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