I smoke.
And if the insults
rained on me had been
directed at a black man
a gay or closet queen
or a wearer of a turban
a lesbian or dwarf
or, God forbid, a woman
There wouldn’t have been half
A brew-ha-ha, a court case
And letters to the press.
I marched
throughout the sixties
to help people break free.
I spoke, I waved some banners
And wrote to my M.P.
Minor groups and weaker folk
We had to help their voice,
To ask for basic freedom.
The exercise of choice.
Now I’m in minority
All my efforts? - No success.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
aren't double standards fun? most of the time, the only result of political activism is the fact that we feel better about ourselves for being engaged in it.. to expect results on a large scale is unreasonable... now, if i had known that twenty years ago, i could have spent my time living life instead of trying to fix it...