just because you don't understand the math don't mean the math don't exist

You silence the people  with sirens

shut down minds on cue

beat and drug and bug us

we will  still 

ridiculously

outnumber you

you made war

with most of the world

million to one fights

pretending you are chosen

bank accounted

by Divine Right

a poet's sad love

for the deluded and damned

takes the fine hot edge

off my hate

what you're kind  knows of PITY 

is nothing

near

what I feel

for you

IS THERE ANYTHING LEFT INSIDE YOU

THAT YOU WOULD BE PROUD TO HOLD UP TO YOUR GOD?