Stonewall Poem by Maurice Rowlands

Come in out of the cold
Have a beer
From the streets they will sweep
Every last tear
That has trickled from your heart

I feel my loves breath on my skin
And the pain that’s within
Shall recede like the tides of an ocean
That so many would be far too
Prejudiced to swim

It was with us in the womb
It shall be with us in the tomb

Come in out of the storm
Take a seat
From the lands they will tear down
And beat
The spark from your soul

She feels her breath on her lips
And the torment soon slips
And fade away like the ghosts on an ocean
Of a thousand and one
Long lost sailing ships

There is nothing that’s wrong
In a heartfelt torch song

Come in out of the fury
Stay a while
From the world they will strip away
Every last smile
Of warmth from your face

He feels his breath on his cheeks
And the acceptance he seeks
Will be there like the arms of an angel
From the patrons of Stonewall Inn
During those riotous few weeks