Our Towns Story
He just corrected a birth defect.
You seem more animated, more alive,
Than you had been in years,
He was the talk of the town.
Nothing he or anybody could ever say or do,
was ever enough to just stop and let him be.
The place seemed infested with rum and ruin.
There were so many of you,
Judging so harshly.
But, just look at you!
You are the ones who will never have balls enough to do what he did.
You cower in conformity and silent complicity
To you, his life was something you destroy and "win." Like a hunting trophy.
You tracked him with bloodhounds.
You stabbed and sliced his neck, laughing and hooting and hollering the Rebel cry.
You went to jail
but you have yet
to take any real responsibility
for what you did.
You believe murder is OK as long as you do it.
One of those queers deserves what they get.
You'll have PLENTY of time to think about it.
Hatred is not a FAMILY VALUE.