I am young and inexperienced in philosophy.
I have heard the teachers and read the books,
But lack wisdom and profound outlooks.
For this reason my story, which I hope will please,
Is not drawn from Aristotle or Sophocles,
But from personal experience and a lad I knew
Who was not much different than me and you.
For this result I would never intend.
But the nature of people and their religions
Has a certain tendency to create divisions.
That's ready to grow and can no longer delay
Telling you of a lad who lost his way.
His mother's attitude is pertinent
To my story and its remaining content.
Her son didn't get to eat a whole lotta beans
Instead, he walked along trails within the birch.
Who in this story is the important one.
His name was Charles and he was quite smart.
When other children tell young Charles of his "sins".
"You don't go to church, you don't say your prayers.
You're going to a place worse than any of your nightmares."
This is the first time Charles had heard of this place.
He couldn't believe he was such a disgrace.
This must be some sort of elaborate trick.
A guy like him didn't belong in H – E – double hockey stick.
But because they went to church, they weren't?
All of this to Charles was not clear,
But inside it created a feeling of fear.
As time went by the prejudice lasted.
Charles was isolated, left out, and outcasted.
He was angry his life was hurt by some tale.
He clenched his fists 'til the knuckles turned pale.
And those who said that God was liable.
He sat in his room, like a beast in a cage.
Now all of you out there that think he is crazy,
You have to know normally, he'd never hurt a daisy,
But along comes a man with a thorn-woven crown
Telling stories to flip his whole world around.
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