Dead and floating in a plastic cover,
the pussy cat meows,
“It’s my world too.”
Thrashed by the tires of your speeding car,
the street dog barks,
“It’s my world too.”
Searching for your fate in a deck of cards,
the parrot squawks,
“It’s my world too.”
Living the still life of your chair,
the fallen teak grieves,
“It’s my world too.”
Framed in a hunter’s proud collection,
the antlers of a once-dashing deer complain,
“It’s my world too.”
Giving love to his love in secret,
the gay man quipped,
“It’s my world too.”
Hiding their truth as if it’s a fault,
the transgender cried,
“It’s my world too.”
Come out! Come out!
You great men who claim
we are wrong.
Prove to us
what we did wrong.
What is your right,
anyway?
That you are more
and we are less.
That you are strong
and we are weak.
That you are heard
and we are not.
Lirio's Wanderings 