Queer As Folk
A Poem by TTBoy
Laborious
yet unfulfilled dreams
Promises made and taken at
face value as the right thing to do
Priceless are the final hours spent
with swollen bellies and sunken eyes
once known as a five and three year old
who won’t see the future through the same eyes
Yet they continue to swear and pledge their honor
to a forefather that never went hungry or could not
read a note advising them that their tenure has been
revoked from their white house
Headaches, pains, and bills
only add to the infinite ills
Embarassed and ashamed
another is blamed as other walls are stained
Anger creates ghosts of lives taken prematurely
Daily
And excuses are drummed through decisions
of the wealthy who mock the little ones
praying for their free trip to Paradise
or a dollar to purchase their chance at a dream
Creativity and 15 minutes is what it takes
to get heard saying, “I’m mad as hell, and I don’t mind killing somebody!”
To think, three years ago, everyone was so happy
