#OrlandoUnited
I was going to say how she found me on the Pride day and said I would go to hell, how my art was satanic and gay…
And I knew I could not write what I would have wrote, and I lit a candle in the night for he came and shot them down…
They died. Washing the joy with blood such that all the tears of nations can not erase the stain and nor should they
For hate strips us all to the bone, cutting out the heart but it still beats. I was going to tell you…
About the old woman on the hunt during Pride who made me scared, made me hide…
And all my wishes and prays can not alter a thing, I can not heal wounds near to me and they were half a world away…
He shot them down because they were gay, he killed and he maimed and he took away…
and he died as they died blood split in vein or out we all bleed the same…
And love is all I have to offer and a candle flame.
Posted: Tuesday, June 14th, 2016 @ 8:19 am
Categories: Poems, Political.
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