The Bigot

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By Malcolm Moss

The Bigot I sit here with my viewpoints set in stone Con-firm-ed by the media and know That I must into earnest battle go Confirm my views and not let ideas grow. My ancestors have died for king and clan And lived in hell to reach the Promised Land I am obliged, their memory to affirm Or live my life a wretched, worthless, worm Don’t ask me to create my views, anew To work my brain, and be untrue. It’s safe for me to be that which I am My father’s son, my nation’s pride, old Sam Daunted not by those with other themes Who spout at length their wanton, wily schemes They say they want the truth, I can’t agree Why can they not all just be just like me?

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