The rage I have deep in my soul knows no bounds, as my brothers and sisters suffer at the hands of those who know nothing more than hate,
As our rights are ripped from our clenched fists in the name of a God that never spoke out against us,
The rage I feel knows no limits as we stare down the barrel of a gun known as genocide,
How many of my siblings will lose their lives at the end of this war?
How many graves will I be laying roses upon?
How many centuries can a war be dragged out?
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A Queer's Rage
PoetryA collection of poetry channeling the rage of one particularly miffed queer person.
