Wind Of Change Poem by Nassy Fesharaki

Wind of change

There were days that rare words were whispered
Slowly, in hiding “the bastard, prostitute, whore or bitch.”
Things have changed,
Talking of brothel is open;
Sex worker.

There were days that rare words were whispered
Slowly, in hiding “lesbian, gay, Trans and-or queer.”
Things have changed,
Talking of free sex in open;
All flagged.

Right and wrong have own times as do games
Out today can be in tomorrow, with respect.