One summer morning
He left us ashamed
In some small town of small ways
The one they feared
They might turn to stone
They feared to hold his hand
And he died alone
Don't leave them on - an island of shame
Your solution
You - homophobic
You - coward
You send them away to an island of misery
You're not immune to any disease
I can not argue when the truth is plain to see
In your beliefs, your fear of death
I see reflections of society
We'll take our last breath - alone
Adding insult to injuries - He was alone
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