A poem for my homosexual friends who cannot be wed because of bigotry =(

Lament upon thy loneliness my friend,
Such is as society vehemently decrees.

This is as they say:
You doth love unnaturally.
Simply, it cannot be.
You love? Equally?
Har! Blasphemy!

Ways are set in stone you nave!
Protest fall to deaf ears this day.
As seasons shift you shalt remain the same,
and know not of a union's completed chain.

Nay, the masses shall protest,
Ushering change for the test.
Citing scripture to mask their disdain,
hatreds old and sustained.

But heart you must hold true!
Hasten thy soul for coming truths I plea,
For they, the damning masses as they be,
Do not mandate love's destiny.

In shadows, in silence,
A sleeping army shall soon wake.
Of lover's, the loveless, and lonely,
Whom will cry their inherent destiny.

Of this slumber waking we shall be wed,
to righteous cause, to fight until the end.
Until love owes no quarter to the many,
and is liberated for all,
for the forgotten few,
and yes, sweet friend, for you.

 

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Cheers Glen.