In the past few weeks, there have been way too many stories about hate crimes and beatings. Frankly, any is too many. It’s important to stay informed about what’s happening, but also quite difficult to read the accounts day after day. Rather then launch into some diatribe about the importance of anti-bullying and hate crimes laws, let alone comprehensive sexual education, I decided to offer a poem. As you might expect, it’s not the happiest, but I hope it helps those who are afraid of all the hate out there remember what’s most important…
Ballad of the Lovers
Zack Ford – October 18, 2009
My beau and I walked down the street,
Our hands and arms entwined,
Enjoying laughter quite sublime,
Not hearing sounds behind.
But just as he leaned in to kiss
And whisper me his love,
Our warm embrace was quick dissolved,
Our love torn by a shove.
As both our bodies hit the ground,
We looked up in aghast
To see three faces so enraged
And blows were coming fast.
Their cries of “Faggots!” loud and shrill
Were ringing in my ears
And in my eyes I saw a sight,
The worst of all my fears.
The hate with which they kicked and punched
My dearest love and me
So clearly showed they had not learned
And once they left our battered limbs
To bleed out in the street,
I reached across towards my love
In hopes our hands might meet.
No matter how they try to hurt
Or even take our lives.
Their ignorance will not prevail,
Our love, it still survives.