That's What Makes a Martyr

With gas at four forty

Girls not lookin’ sporty

Covers of magazines

All thinking like machines

Kill babies save the bees

Uncensor the truth please

No one masks depression

Country in recession

Can’t find any blessing

Adults are regressing

They can’t take the pressure

When churned through the thresher

Separate goats from lambs

Run from battering rams

Admin’stration’s a joke

I’ll never bow to woke

Take a knee for my God

Dads ought not spare the rod

Laws should fight abortion

Primitive distortion

Of a truth objective

Perception's subjective

Try to make life harder

That’s what makes a martyr

I stand up for my faith

Shriek your hate like a wraith

Kill if only you could

I forgive it’s all good

If I die then I die

But I won’t live a lie.