hatred heavily haunts homosexuals
who live in the country's flares.
the film rolled and it became too late
for one.
the savages struck his face
bloodied skin
tossed tires at his skull
taunted because he loved me.
they punched and kicked this humanity
down to the dust
swirls spinning as if hell was opening.
drizzling gasoline slimed his body
concealed him in cardboard and wood
lit matches
burned him alive in the streets
among celebratory chants
affirming death.
no good samaritan put out his fire
while this cremation is praised.
they stand around the flaming faggot
rejoicing their work as social missionaries
while jesus watches from afar and weeps.
YOU ARE READING
Flashbacks
PoetrySpoken word and page poetry that I have written between 2008 to early 2012. My production has been slow, so I named this compilation "Flashbacks" as a way to showcase some of my favorite pieces written, some which are still drafts. I am also using t...
