ALL HOMOSEXUAIS ARE DISTURBED.

Among you we've walked hand in hand. How SAD-no one ever knew;

This fight we fought to make our stand, To live, to breathe -just like you. False Gods, Morals, Prudish Faces, Made our loves seem so unclean; But we stood and watched our paces. Acceptance-our only dream.

At last you started to relent

And to your cities we did flock To work and play, as heaven sent

These small freedoms that we sought.

But then you saw our ways of life,

Our homes-immaculate and clean. Those Old Jealousies-hate and strife, Ripped apart our new found dream.

Will you--our loved ones--ever learn, That we're really just like you. Although we love ourselves, in turn; Our numbers, are not so few.

We ask for very little though

On this, you can rest assured,

Just give us all the right to know,

That we can live--UNDISTURBED!

Wayne Douglas

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