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                               The New School Prayer




                      This prayer, which is a sad commentary on American society today, was written by a teen-
                ager in Bagdad, Arizona. This is incredible! May YEHOVAH have mercy on His people Israel!

                      Now I sit me down in school
                      Where prayer is against the rule
                      For this great nation under God
                      Finds mention of Him very odd.


                      If Scripture now the class recites,
                      It violates the Bill of Rights.
                      And anytime my head I bow
                      Becomes a Federal matter now.

                      Our hair can be purple, orange, or green,
                      That's no offence; it'a a freedom scene.
                      The law is specific, the law is precise.
                      Prayers spoken aloud are a serious vice.

                      For praying in a public hall
                      Might offend someone with no faith at all.
                      In silence alone we must meditate,
                      God's name is prohibited by the State.


                      We're allowed to cuss and dress like freaks,
                      And pierce our noses, tongues and cheeks.
                      They've outlawed guns, but first the Bible.
                      To quote the Good Book makes me liable.

                      We can elect a pregnant Senior Queen,
                      And the "unwed daddy," our Senior King.
                      It's "inappropriate" to teach right from wrong.
                      We're taught that such "judgments" do not belong.


                      We can get our condoms and birth controls,
                      Study witchcraft, vampires and totem poles.
                      But the Ten Commandments are not allowed,
                      No word of God must reach this crowd.

                      It's scary here I must confess,
                      When chaos reigns, the school's a mess.
                      So, Lord, this silent plea I make:
                      Should I be shot, my soul please take!
                      Amen.
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