The March Poem by ally gunther

Viva La…
Revolution!
Seamless, timeless,
Significant!

Yet…
The children are ‘recruited',
I am still ‘diseased',
Still an illegitimate,
Any love for us is wrong,
Any happiness,
It's gone.

(Chant)
Viva La…
Revolution!
Aren't they all so brave?
Viva La…
Revolution!
We still need to be ‘saved'
(End chant)

Jail terms,
For jail-bait,
Just cause he loved the same,
Sent lame,
Electrocute! Electrocute! Electrocute!
Depressively tame.

Abstracts on blank canvas,
Created by our love,
We blacken the whitest dove.
Streets, lanes and alleyways,
Dance rainbow beneath our steps,
Calling our brothers, sisters,
And others,
To follow our footsteps.

(Chant)

Click, click, click,
Wronged by the type,
Commented on,
Such illegitimate hype,
Writing with my left hand,
And writing with my right.
The age of the computer,
Reclaim the cowardice!
Rewrite the wrongs!
Words WILL hurt us,
If we let them…

(Chant)

And then there are both,
Together again,
Separated at birth,
But alive together-
Life's plan.
And those that think,
Those that speak,
Like another,
I'll gladly accept them,
As my sister,
Or brother.

(Chant)
Viva La Revolution!
Believe we will stand up!
Raise children,
Not prejudiced,
And walk hand in hand,
Love same,
Love different,
And fall into step!
VIVA LA REVOLUTION!