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They came at John, behind their fear,
with shuffling feet and taunting jeer
and left a bruised and dirtied-down
forgotten shell, now branded queer.

He struggled up through Bigot Town,
collapsing on his twin-sized down.
His lover found him bleeding there
and nursed the health back through the frown.

“Those stupid fools! Why should they care?
They’ve got their living cross to bear.
They’ve got no right to hate us so,
to segregate with hollowed stare.”

So, lovers crossed by fated flow
left Bigot Town (to reap its sow),
to find new paths and lives regrow
without those hateful ones we know.

it’s open link night over at DversePoets. Feel free to come in out of the weather and soak your feet in that hot bucket of water..)

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