“Abomination,” they yell, behind closed doors

While painting saints on their sacred floors.

But those they shun, those they deride

Carry the weight of a world denied

 

We are not hostilities to be erased
Nor whispers, nor time displaced
The myths may blind, but they cannot define
The strength of those they forced to confine

 

A boy who speaks, his voice too gentle

His steps too soft, his eyes too sentimental

"A sin," they say, "a soul astray"

And cast him to the shadows’ fray

 

The truth will rise one day

To push their prejudice away

Will recount of justice, carved new

For all who live, for all who grew