Self-righteous selfish hypocrisy;

Everyone it seems wants to judge me

Because I don’t want to be like the rest

I choose for me and my family what I see best

I never been addicted to any drugs

Never gave in to the bottle or mugs

I never burgled, robbed, or hurt anyone

Never destroyed or vandalized for fun

I’ve never been arrested for committing a crime

But by your accusations I should be doing some time

What is the crime you make me guilty of?

Showing my girls patience, honour and love

Giving them the opportunity to see reality

Educating them about life and liberty

Teaching them that there is beauty for all who seek

Spending my time with them every day of the week

What is this crime I hear from you

I prefer to teach my children, not the public school

Where they learn to be puppets of society

Where many leave without knowing how to write or read

And you have the audacity of cast judgment on me

You who have been addicted to drugs and gambling

And you who treat men as a tool for pleasure

Then cast them aside for good measure

You who take to drinking to hide from your fears

A bottle of wine, a sip of whisky or few beers

How dare you cast your judgment on me?

And throw me to the lions for all to see

And natter and chatter behind my back

Then to my face a smile you crack

Self-righteous selfish hypocrites

Your own guilt you’ll never admit

Go ahead and cast your heavy stones

You won’t break my spirit, just skin and bones

And in the end you will be forced to see

Your self-righteous selfish hypocrisy

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