CONTEMPT
I spit upon the laws that thieves have made
To give the crooked strength to rob the weak.
I spit upon a country full of wealth
Where millions live in squalor and in want.
I spit upon a flag that waves above
A nation made of masters and of slaves.
I spit upon religions that defend
A hell on earth, and preach a life to come.
I spit upon all morals that contend