God bless our brave soldiers!
Yesterday was beautiful
I watched the sun rise
On a desolate America
Gone are the "Spacious skies"
I gave government control
And now they dominate
They own our medicare
And our income rate
I made gas prices skyrocket
And citizens live in fear
We're addicted to foreign oil
Because we won't drill here
I raised taxes on companies
So a layoff was forced
Now 1000's are unemployed
And their work is outsourced
Many don't even try
I've made a land of slobs
Because now welfare pays better
Than American jobs
I destroyed American values
What our forefathers believed in
Now the government tells us
What is and isn't sin
I enabled gun control
In every American State
This makes every home a target
And no one can sleep safe
Now the criminals get guns
Even though their victims couldn't
I destroyed the constitution
Though I promised that I wouldn't
We rehabilitate murderers
And then set them free
Until they kill again
See I banned death penalty
I let foreign families starve
And the innocent bleed
I don't send our army help
Or weapons that they need
Soldiers sacrificed for nothing
Since I brought the rest back
While terrorist rebuild
And prepare another attack
Today I killed a baby
4,000 to be exact
This isn't a statistic
It's just a gruesome fact
No I didn't hold the knife
Or literally harm one soul
But I brought down America
This Nation as a whole
I did my part this year
So I can proudly tip my hat
I helped destroy my Country
I voted Democrat
© Shannon Richards
War - God's Regret
In every battle fought, there's great loss on both sides
Who decides which is honor and the other just a lie
Both sides believing fully in the sacrifice they make
And all the torture given, doesn't make them shake
They could have been friends except for the curse
All that matters now is whose bullet fires first
A gun shot is fired and a man loses his life
For the glory of his country, his final sacrifice
For something he believed in, dying for what's right
Another yellow ribbon taken off the tree tonight
One goes home with a medal, three stars and a badge
The other's decoration, a zipped up body bag
Mothers dread a call saying their son is dead
Trying not to, but praying it's another mom instead
Each headline of their death should break the world's heart
They're no longer names, just statistics on a chart
Republicans, Democrats, think they know what’s right
But no one knows the answer for freedom without a fight
They're throwing out solutions, knowing none will really work
While right around the corner, World War III laughs & smirks
Everyone blames the President, as if he can make it change
A millennium of wars, he's just a pawn in their game
I don't excuse mistakes that all history has made
Can't apologize for wars, that's why we're free today
Freedom of religion, many tyrants brought down
A necessary evil, but there’s no glory in the crown
Every battle fought leaves two nations, neither beat
For the loss of just one life is the beginning of defeat
When the dust is settled, neither side will really win
The only reason that war stops is for another to begin
In this never-ending battle, I think I finally understand
Now I know why God regrets the day that He made man
Genesis 6:6 "And it repented the LORD that he had made man on the earth, and it grieved him at his heart."
(© Shannon Richards 2007)
Halo 2 Nerds.. w00t
(a girl's perspective)
I had joined forces with the mass majority of girls who utterly detest the game Halo 2. I yelled at my boyfriend for playing, and exclaimed that it was "the dumbest game I ever saw." I had tried the game several times, but my gun was either aiming at clouds, or shooting my feet, when the crappy little message displayed, "L4stph4tk1d98 has killed you." That did it for me - end of Halo 2. My plan had worked, I was now able to tell my boyfriend and brother, that I had "tried" the game and didn't like it. Taadaa! Case closed.
However, I soon found out how very mind-controlling Halo 2 is to guys who play it. They are addicted. I think they should invent an H2A, Halo 2 Anonymous. For all the addicted boyfriends who have decided the "ideal girlfriend" should have an xbox controller glued to her hand. These addicted little drones of Halo 2... AKA boyfriends/brothers ... don't give up. In their mind, every person who is not playing Halo 2 is missing out on an important part of their life, and will grow to be malfunctioning, malnourished, brainless human beings, without the daily fix from Halo.
Disgusting Geeks! One of the most repulsive parts of these drones, is that during their Halo 2 battles, there are massive yelling competitions. It sounds like a group of 8, 5 year old boys throwing temper tantrums. I can only imagine in their minds, when they die in Halo 2, they are actually dying in real life. This would be the only explanation for the need to grunt, punch the wall, scream, taunt, throw the controller, hit the screen, and use the words "cheat'npig, haxornewb, rookwarper..." and every other nerdy meaningless word.
Even though Halo 2 catches cheaters and bans them immediately... you will soon learn of all the ones they have missed, and how they have somehow decided to join the games of the drones of Halo around me. Never once have they lost fair and square to another group of drones... nay... they assured me that the opposing team was using "haxors!"(cheating).. and had sticky bombs that would auto stick to the nearest target, and their sniper rifles had super lenses so they couldn't miss, and their swords had extenders, and their needlers shot super explosive javelins, and when they threw a grenade, it would automatically give them a Killtacular!
You should also be warned about the ultimate sin: walking in front of the Halo 2 screen during a game. You will be executed immediately. It may take you 1 second to pass through the screen, but in that one second, you hear, "You got me killed, what are you doing, you've ruined the entire game, what were you thinking!!" Ahh.. at least you saved them from having to use the cheater excuse for that death, right? Also, if you ever destroy an opposing drone, you must immediately yell "OWNED!" as loud as you possible can, followed with a high-five to everyone around you.
After time, the drones never ending whine began to wear on me, and, unfortunately for all empowerment of women societies around the world, I gave in. So... If I play Halo 2 with him, he can go shopping with me... sounds good. I log in as the human character: pink armor, hot pink heart with lips flag. Yeah baby, I bet those other drones are shaking from fear right about now. So I've decided to at least try to destroy one of the "red" characters.
As soon as I start to aim it at these opposing drones, I get meleed from behind, and the message, "L4stph4tk1d98 has killed you" pops up. Okay... so that's a little irritating. I wasn't even trying to kill that little turd when he attacked me. So I decide to find L4stph4tk1d98 and destroy him. Instead,, he gets me again. Now I'm thoroughly angered, but I am definitely not going to let it show... I am Not a geek. For some reason L4stph4tk1d thinks it's funny to find the person whose gun is aiming at the sky, me, and kill them over and over again.
Okay sucker, this is getting personal. I'm not laughing anymore, and my face is glued to the screen. L4stph4tk1d98 is going down! After an hour of aiming, I finally have my needlers set on him, and preparing to annihilate L4stph4tk1d98, when... Oh my goodness, someone walked in front of the screen! "Don't walk in front of the screen, Stupid... you just got me killed!" Dang, what was he thinking, ruining my perfect kill? Suddenly L4stph4tk1d98 microphone flashes as he yells, "OWNED!" How dare he! He only got the kill because..."Cheatnpig!" He cheats. Yep! That is the only thing that explains why he could keep killing me. Another one of those darn cheaters slipping underneath the Halo 2 ban. They need to do something about that, because it had absolutely nothing to do with my gun aimed at the clouds. Grrr... the injustice makes me want to throw my controller at the screen!
Okay... so it comes as a surprise to every geek in the world, when I announce that I play Halo. I mean, no one expects the 20 year old blonde chic, in all pink, skirt, and stilettos to be a video game... (I hate to say the word but...) nerd. In fact, sometimes, I even ask my boyfriend to play Halo with me. I also believe all girls should play Halo 2, and the "ideal boyfriend" should come with an xbox controller glued to his hand. As a matter of fact.. I think YOU should start playing Halo... because If you don't, I've heard you become a malfunctioning, malnourished, brainless human being...
The Dollar Bill
I start wars
End thousands of lives
Break friendships
Make unfaithful wives
I make fathers hate
Murder and lie
Kill unborn babies
Without blinking an eye
I prosper the world
In economy
But break them down
Morally
Young girls give up
Their virginity
While churches become
A mockery
I have brought down
Many good men
Withstood many things
But I always win
I turn people
Against their own kin
Brother against brother
Friend against friend
I can get anyone
Out of jail
A few hidden acts
And they're out on bail
I can't be caught
I don't leave a trail
No matter the reason
I never fail
People will do
Anything you see
Give up their soul
Or their family
Though I ruin them
For eternity
Millions of fans
Still flock to me
Their love for me
Is so very real
Men will backstab
Destroy or steal
Hold grudges forever
And even kill
For the lust of me
The Dollar bill
(© Shannon Richards 2000)
Abortion Baby's Cry
Please Momma don’t let the doctors take my life
Don't let them cut me with scissors or stab me with a knife
Please Momma don't let them kill me, I don't wanna die
You may think I'm a blob of tissue, but I really am alive
Please Momma don't let me die, I wanna live too
You wouldn't be alive if someone had aborted you
Please Momma, let my birth go through!
Now I'm five years old and innocent still
I don't understand why people murder and kill
Mom was staring at a sign, "Abortion Clinic” it said
She hugged me and cried as those words she read
I didn't understand why she said, "They’re deceived"
But I could see the girls were crying when they'd leave
And all this reminded me of when I said, “Mom please!”
I'm now fifteen years old, most my friends have done wrong
They can never be a virgin again, their whole lives long
I warned them not to do it, but they wouldn't listen to me
They thought Mom was mean, making me keep my purity
They’re at the Abortion Clinic trying to clear their names
But once you've aborted a child, you can never lose the shame
I remember calling my Mom when she was gonna do the same
I'm twenty-five years old now having a child of my own
My loving husband sticks with me so I don't feel alone
When I feel the morning sickness, I begin to groan
And when I feel the baby kick, I hear myself moan
But even if the pain stays bad the whole way through
Abortion will never be an option to do
And I can still hear myself as I called to you...
Please Momma don’t let the doctors take my life
Don't let them cut me with scissors or stab me with a knife
Please Momma don't let them kill me, I don't wanna die
You may think I'm a blob of tissue, but I really am alive
Please Momma don't let me die, I wanna live too
You wouldn't be alive if someone had aborted you
Please Momma let my birth go through!
(© Shannon Richards 2000)
The American Dream
The world isn't a better place
We're just adapting to the evil
Our solution to this nation
Is pretending sin is see-thru
The world isn't full of Christians
We're just calling sinners saints
Love doesn't own this nation
We just candy coat our hate
Toleration is our motto
Corruption built on lies
It's our excuse for failure
Our fatal compromise
Social standards have accepted
Letting murderers run free
But abortion is made legal
Babies get death penalty
Our tithes goes to the doctor
King of plastic surgery
Our role models are victims
Of fake material beauty
Our politicians are actors
And preachers hypocrites
Our churches are mere lounges
From the latest splits
Our schools are war grounds
Never-ending fatalities
Our outlook on life is
Kill a baby hug a tree
Drunk driving accidents
Have claimed more lives
Than any war we've fought
Perhaps them all combined
Fornication is a movie theme
And cheating is a game
Breakups are the world's attraction
Shooting stars to fame
Marriage isn't sacred
The bed has been defiled
Culture dropped the standard
What's next - the pedophile?
Our priorities are scattered
Millions paid to throw a ball
Making eight dollars an hour
Our policeman wait on call
Our singers are our idols
Becoming richer with each hit
While our soldier's die each day
Their only payment, someone's spit
Every culture is respected
Nationality names precise
The only one with little regard
Is the name of Jesus Christ
Those who try to take a stand
Labeled close-minded Jesus freaks
Our solution to every problem
Hold "peace" signs in the street
The outer shell is decieving
This place isn't as it seems
Welcome Immigrants and Tourist
To The American Dream!
© Shannon Richards "07
A Massacre ©
Closed caskets lie
With not much said
The elderly
Just shake their head
Walls of the school
Stained in red
Who's to blame
They're all dead
Tell me Principal
You forgot the golden rule
Reading the Bible
You ruled uncool
You fell prey too
As the devil's fool
And share the blame
Of a bloodstained school
Teachers afraid
To read God's Word
Rejecting it
As if never heard
Tell me now
Has it ever occurred
You could have stopped
A massacre
Parents you too
Share in this plight
Keeping silent
Knowing things weren't right
Didn't want confrontations
To start a fight
Tell me now
Where's your child tonight
Worst of all
ACLU's way
Taught the world
It's illegal to pray
Everything seemed right
Until today
Now you're left
With nothing to say
I have the evidence
But can't make a case
Can I convict America
This entire place
Every single nationality
Every different race
I see a trace of guilt
On my very own face
We could have done more
Taken a stand
When the world said no
Raised up our hand
One nation under God
This is His land
How could we have let
The Bible be banned
Admit you were wrong
Evolution is lies
Close your pockets
Open your eyes
How many more deaths
Before you realize
Without God in school
We'll never save lives
It's a painful shock
When we fall under attack
No shield of defense
Faith is what we lack
Bury your pride
It's time to retract
If you want children safe
Bring the Bible back
© Shannon Richards '07
Al mout li Amreeka!©
(A man dressed in a black robe with a turban on his head is standing in a room dimly lit with candles and dull off-white lighting. Setting looks like the inside of an American mosque -mostly red. He stands there with only the eerie light flickering off his outfit for about 30 seconds - then a second man comes in)
T2: Where is everyone?
T1: Coming.
(Another 15 seconds silence - then a 3rd man appears - they stand facing the audience in a semi-circle around a table piled with papers.)
T3: Al salaam a'alaykum
T2: We all speak English here.
T3: Right…
(A 4th Man walks in along with the 5th.)
T2: Not everyone wearing a turban is a-
T4: Good evening. I suspect everyone’s been waiting on me. Sorry for the delay, I ran into complications.
T3: You’re not the only one late, Muhamm-
T4: Don’t use my name fool!
T5: (All standing in a semi circle around the table and facing the audience)
He’s right. No names.
T3: Didn’t you pick a safe meeting room!?
T2: Of course he did, but you ought to know by now.. We NEVER use real names!
T3: Isn’t there one place I don’t have to look over my shoulder?
T5: In the grave.
T3:(Angrily) Inchev!
T2: Silence! Perfect your English or don’t speak.
T4: You can’t be caught speaking Arabic, imbecile.
T3: Want me to say it in English? Shut up!
T5: This is a meeting. No time for your arguing.
T1: (Speaks with authority - everyone listens) It is time. I know the tension is high. You have all been tested greatly. As you know you were all sent out on a mission. I want to know what happened and the results that you achieved. I expect all went well since you have all returned. T3, you seem enthusiastic. How about you start us off with the description of your journey to eliminate the American threat.
T3: (loudly) Al mout li Amreeka!
T2: (frustrated) In English!
T3: Death to America!
T4: That actually sounded better in Arabic…
T1: (loud and angry) Silence! I will not say it again. Speak T3..
T3: (begins pacing around the room as he speaks) I spied as you wished on the elders of the Nation. I checked to see how we could destroy them and their knowledge. They are very smart older people. They have wisdom and knowledge our nation fears. I began to think of ideas and ways to assassinate them. Then someone told me something strange. I didn’t understand it at first…
T1: And?
T3: (stops pacing) They told me of a machine, or a shot, or something… that is given to elders, and it kills them. I asked him how much it would be to buy a mass order of it. He said that I couldn’t do it, only the elders could do it to themselves.
T4: I don’t understand. That isn’t a solution. No elders will kill themselves when they are invested with so much priceless knowledge and wisdom to pass on to the younger generation…
T3: Exactly what I said! I was wrong!
T1: (bewildered) So you did or did NOT accomplish the mission T3?
T3: I didn’t do what you expected. No. I don’t have to! The elders agreed to use the machine themselves…of their own voluntary accord! Some of them actually want to end their lives now… It’s a great machine! There is no need to kill them, they are killing themselves! (laughs a loud wicked laugh) Don’t you see?
T1: (suspiciously) Hmm… it does sound rather amazing. I’m impressed. If you are right, I will let you live even though you didn’t accomplish your mission. We will check back on that. T2, why don’t you tell us what you’ve accomplished.
T2: Well…I know this is going to sound awfully strange, and that is because it is. You told me to find a way to mass terminate the American’s children. This way we would cut down on the American population growth and slowly make America a weaker nation. Which indeed was a wonderful plan... but.. someone has already thought of it!
T1: (angrily) What!? Who is it? We’ll kill them and take it! Or can we bribe them or buy it from them?
T2: This is where it gets strange. I went into a baby delivery building and began sneaking around to see what I could find. I went into this one room, and I saw chopped up bloody baby heads, baby feet, baby legs and baby hands in jars… (makes vomiting gesture) It was disgusting! I had to leave the room. I have never seen anything so gruesome that even I couldn’t stand it! How could they have convinced Americans to kill their own offspring by the thousands, and save their enemies the trouble? Who had come up with this brilliant idea?
T1: Who indeed…
T4: (Evil laugh) Hmmm… seems very effective.
T2: More than I can explain!
T1: How!?
T2: (Starts pacing) After I left the room I found a young man with tears in his eyes, and I asked him what this place was called. He said, the “Abortion Clinic”. I asked him what they did there, and he said they remove babies from their mother’s womb and kill them. I was astonished, so I said who chooses this fate? Don’t the parents fight them? Why doesn’t the police stop it!? He answered, “It is the mothers that are killing them!”
T1: (outraged) Are you insane! That makes no sense! Even our mothers would never do that!
T3: Inchev!
T2: (Stares T1 in the eyes) I’m serious! These women choose to kill their own children! I asked him how many? He said…millions! Their law says women should be able to decide what goes on in their own bodies. They call it “pro-choice” but I call it “pro-terrorism.“ The people who beat us to our plan of assassination of the children… are the MOTHERS!
T1: Wow, they put us to shame!
T3: So the American elders are killing themselves, and the mothers are killing their babies? How can this be?
T4: I might as well explain mine… it’s almost as absurd…
T5: This is blowing my mind!
T2: It’s the strangest thing I’ve ever seen - and the grossest!
T1: Go ahead T4...
T4: You told me to go after those who couldn’t defend themselves. You said to target the helpless, the weak and the crippled. This would lower the American’s morale and the sanctity of human life, causing them to become barbaric like us!
T1: Yes of course, that was the plan…
T5: We had some ideas…
T4: Just listen! I went, and there was this huge ruckus going on in America. The news stations were going wild and the newspapers were all covering this one big story. So I went to see what it was. There, on all the media, was a woman in a wheelchair. She was laughing and smiling and trying to speak… but she was starving. They weren’t feeding her! There were protestors all along the streets… some American’s were fighting for her life… but to no avail. The courts all ordered her to die because her life was not of high enough quality, and she was a burden to society! Can you believe it?! I mean… that’s the same reasoning Hitler used… that some lives are more valuable than others… and the ones that aren’t “up to par” should be annihilated!
T5: (Throws his arms in the air) That’s a lie! Americans are so compassionate, they are sending their own soldiers over to risk their lives helping free the Iraqi people and feed the starving. They wouldn’t starve their own! You are so full of-
T4: (impatiently) I’m not lying! I asked them why they were starving her, and they said the judges were forcing them to starve her! Her lips were bleeding and her skin was peeling, but they forced her to die, showing no mercy! They killed her slowly and painfully right in front of America! It was the largest morale killer I’ve ever seen… and talk about lowering the sanctity of human life! They could put it all on TV and flaunt it in America’s face more than we ever could! It was so amazing. I found out there are many more helpless victims that are killed like this all the time… she just got on TV.
T1: Whoa… I can’t believe what you guys are telling me! It’s like… outrageous and yet encouraging at the same time! Americans are so stupid, they are ignorantly wiping out their whole race and saving us terrorists the bother! Does it get any better than this?!
T3: Were the American’s chanting, “Al mout li Amreeka!” during their terrorism acts? Are they’re terrorist amongst them?
T4: No… I think it’s their way of life.
T5: So here’s the catchy part… what’s left is the age range from about 1 to 50 that don’t have any crippled parts or mental malfunctions - and they’ve already been taken care of too! The kids that aren’t aborted are usually kidnapped, raped and killed by their own neighbors. Many of the teenagers are killed off by school shootings… and the shooters aren’t us terrorists, they are the teenagers killing one another! And then even if they survive all this, the rest are usually completely wiped out by drugs, alcohol, sex and crime! The people all hate one another so much, they are murdering each other constantly! The only thing growing in America is their prisons!
T1: So what are you saying?
T5: There is no American threat! There is no need for terrorism!
T1: What do you mean!?
(T2, T3, T4, and T5 all start to spout off the facts)
T5: They kill their own off!
T2: Mothers kill their babies!
T3: Elders kill themselves!
T4: Leaders kill the helpless!
T5: And all the rest are killing each other!
T1: They try to save the whole world, yet can’t save themselves?!
T2: We are NOT America’s greatest threat!
T4: America’s greatest threat is themselves!
T3: Don’t you see! American’s are America’s worst terrorist!
T1: It’s the perfect solution…
T-: (all chant together) Al mout li Amreeka! Al mout li Amreeka! Al mout li Amreeka!
