A month exists to celebrate
those outside the normative
that blanket state of the mob
ill-informed of the rest of us
ignorance spun to hate
the reptile speaking for the heart
it's no wonder that the oppressed
have decided to rebel
too long put aside as broke
now stepping up to shake their fists
this multitude of like minds
asking more than hostile shrift
look to the rainbow to realize
diversity of the crowd
joined by needs to exist
against a storm of centuries
each as real as the next
beneath the tent of lettered names
asking all to stand alone
while supporting the sum of all
it's no wonder some conflict
with the breadth of difference
there's still more love than most admit
in this month we'll celebrate.
© 2019. Sean Green. All Rights Reserved.20190531.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
" There is still more love than most admit" , An inspirational and positive approach. Thanks for sharing.