Out Of Place Complaints

Height of affront, the insulter whines,
Uncalled for remarks of American kind,
Not out of need, but a show of ease,
Comments made, to repel and blind.

What finds its way, out of such mouths?
Demeaning words not to be found,
No fret should we of working days,
For such thought’s place is never sound.

Ah, seek not to judge or to blame,
The Jesus in you must still prevail,
Let no place within you make room,
For such passage of truth shall fail.

Different parts, each of us work,
To piece together our home disguise,
Dispense of such immaturity,
For our countries rights, shall still thrive.