I scream- a prop 8 poem

[crimsonarcher]

I wrote this poem shortly after prop 8 passed in California.

When law's grip becomes too tight
Many vow to not give up without a fight.
Many use the power of their voice
To hurt those who once had the choice
To join together in the greatest of binds,
Finally feeling like they are not behind.
Yet I scream.
A book is what they use
To condemn the actions of the accused,
While others protect their ideals
Claiming that the wound is too deep to heal.
I still scream.
The day is so close, so near
That many fought for their choice, without fear.
Many walked to be seen and heard
Against those who thought their idea was absurd.
They stood in the rain and cold gale,
Feeling sure that they wouldn't fail.
Now, I stopped screaming.
The choice was made the next day
That left many people with nothing to say.
Those who loved, here and near,
Could do nothing but shed a small tear.
I start to scream again!
To stop now would leave all in vain
No matter whether people think it's insane.
This is just the start of the continuous war
That might never stop, but always soar
To the highest forms of fighting,
For they will stand, forever mighty.