Yet it cries with an adrenaline surge.
Neutering sound, it’s still to often heard;
There is a cost to this offensive dirge:
‘Faggot,’ a little boy catches the sound,
Which arrows places both soft and sacred,
Striking the heart that Love has yet to found,
Leaving him, a child cold and naked.
Faggot! A Siren’s song throughout the years,
Immutable as his natural want,
It weaves the noose with violating jeers –
A suicide statistic for a taunt.
Children, consider more than just their hate;
Your out brothers will help carry the weight.