Wish they'd both go straight to hell.
I know we're only children,
And it isn't fair you see,
That God created us in love,
Not hate and misery.
We know that we had parents,
Who vowed to love and honor,
But somewhere down the line,
There became a shift of power.
Instead of in the center
Where God's supposed to be
They stuck Him on the bottom,
And re-wrote their history.
But we love both our parents,
And don't want to have to choose,
We hope the judge knows want we want,
So no-one has to lose.
This poem was written by me...Susan J. Clarke on November 2, 2000.
