Everyone, everything,
Every human, every being,
Did something in their life,
Something right,
Something wrong,
Maybe not wrong,
Then again maybe it is wrong,
Wrong to say that I never did,
Commit a sin

You, me,
He, she,
They, us, we,
We all commit a sin,
Ignore it or know it,
Ignore it or see it,
See it or feel it,
I know you did,
But not to worry,
Everyone can forget and forgive a sin,
Except maybe when it’s a deadly sin

There’s one sin,
That neither you or me did,
A sin you never knew what you did,
A sin that can’t be seen,
But what’s to worry,
It wasn’t you who did it,
It wasn’t me who did it,
But it’s not the forgiveable sin,
It’s the kind that sticks,
And that sin,
Is the sin of the father,
Haunting you, me,
He, she
Forever and ever.





My country celebrates it each year

People screaming and yelling each year

Fireworks going off exactly at midnight

More people screaming and yelling

We’re free! We’re free!

But for me

I refuse to celebrate it

What is there in independence?

When some people still live in fear

What’s the meaning of independence?

When people are chained by their religion

Some with no choice to leave

What’s the point in celebrating Independence Day?

When atheists are told to be wiped clean

Transgenders classified with the crazies

Gay and lesbians not being able to get married

And ex-Muslims forced to forever stay in closets

Why can’t everyone be happy?

Why can’t everyone openly love their life partners?

Why can’t the government stop telling people what to do,

Especially when it harms nobody?

I’ll wait for the time

When it’s enshrined in law that

Love is love

And religious books moved to the fiction section

And the government staying out of people’s personal business

Before I even start to think of celebrating independence