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.
