Hypocrite.

Blame the Constitution
For the glimpse of right and wrong.
Lock away the activist
For finding his own song.
Turn around and give a shit
For the men in Blood-White-Blue,
Give a dollar to the wretch
Who sold his home for booze.
Beat the girl until he cuts
The cord and starved so thin.
While, graciously, with God above,
Commit her every sin.
Contradict the blasphemy
Until the heart bleeds pure
Take a chance and strike the back
With Satan as your lure.
After death sits in her eyes,
Her hopes and trust all gone;
Could someone, so savage
Hold her heart so long?
I’ve seen the truth in agony,
I’ve lived my life deceived.
So what makes you so damn sure
Your lies will be believed?