KITO DIARIES PRIZE FOR WRITING: THE DEMONS YOU NAME
Light a candle for the dreams broken
On the heavy brow of a judgmental society.
Say a prayer for the souls disembodied
In the toxic haze of social uniformity.
Gather blue roses for the lovers who mourn,
Whirlwinds of true passion suppressed
By ironworks of religion and tradition.
Seek justice for the demons of hate
Born when love and freedom
Were buried alive in graves of asphalt and rubber,
Because Ade kissed a boy.
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2 Comments
Mandy
January 25, 21:39As in!!! All this negative energy simply because Ade kissed a boy???
SMH. Homophobia is just too much extra sha.
Q
January 26, 22:08This!