Written by
A Teenager in Baghdad, Arizona
(name unknown)

 

Now I sit me down at school,
Where praying is against the rule.
For this great nation under God,
Finds mention of Him very odd.
  
If Scriptures now the class recites,
It violates the Bill of Rights.
And anytime my head I bow
Becomes a Federal matter now.
 
Our hair can be purple, orange, or green,
That's no offense—it's a freedom scene.
The law is specific, the law is precise:
Prayers spoken aloud are a serious vice.
  
For praying in a public hall
Might offend someone with no faith at all.
In silence alone we must meditate,
God's name is prohibited by the State.
  
We're allowed to cuss and dress like freaks,
And pierce our noses, tongues, and cheeks.
They've outlawed guns, but FIRST the Bible.
To quote the Good Book makes me liable.
  
We can elect a pregnant Senior Queen,
And an unwed father, our Senior King.
It's "inappropriate" to teach right from wrong,
We're taught that such "judgments" just don’t belong.
  
We can get our condoms and birth controls,
Study witchcraft, vampires, and totem poles.
But the Ten Commandments are not allowed,
No Word of God must reach this crowd.
  
It's scary here I must confess,
When chaos reigns the school's a mess.
So, Lord, this silent plea I make:
"Should I be shot, my soul please take!"
  
Amen

    

In God We Trust