The Line

With time, I find
That I cross the line
When logic outweighs tradition
And thought outweighs "His" words.
And I can see
The powers that be
Using the ways of the past
As a foundation, a crutch.
But I know
The way things go
Change will come with time
And we'll frown on our history.
In the present tense,
It doesn't make sense
That the elected tell
The voters who to elect...
That logic is censored
By one bigoted religion...
That fear has become
A substitute for reason...
These things aren't hidden,
They are quite clear,
But the benighted ones, always,
will be the heard ones i fear.
If i could go to a place
Where knowledge was king...
If i could just get a taste
Of truly being free.
I wouldn't have to cross the line...
The line would cross me.