Now I sit me down in school,
Where praying is against the rule.
For this great nation under God,
Finds mention of Him very odd.
If scripture now the class recites,
It violates the Bill of Rights.
And anytime my head I bow,
Becomes a federal matter now.
Hair can be purple, orange or green,
That’s no offense: It’s freedom’s scene.
The law’s specific. The law’s precise.
Praying aloud is a serious vice.
For praying in a public hall,
Might offend those with no faith at all.
In silence we must meditate:
God’s name is forbidden by the State.
We may cuss and dress like freaks,
To pierce our noses, tongues and cheeks.
They’ve outlawed prayer, hymnbooks and Bible.
To quote the Good Book makes me liable.
We can elect a pregnant Senior Queen,
And the “unwed daddy” our Senior King.
It’s inappropriate to teach right from wrong.
We’re taught that such judgments don’t belong.
We can get 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 killed, my soul please take.
(I didn’t write this – it’s a rerun of a classic.)