Orlando

Mother of a gay son

Aunt of two gay nephews

And their partners 

How can I live with this fear?

How can I look at the pain

Over there in America

And worry that it could happen to us

What had those young people ever done?

How had they ever hurt anyone?

They were being themselves

How could that be wrong?

They were having fun

Everyone likes to have fun

Apart, perhaps, from some idiot with a gun

I remember when people wore a mask

In order to fit in 

They often married the wrong person

And began to live a lie

Some of them even lying to themselves

They might have had children

Who they loved with all their heart

But there was always potential for unhappiness

On all sides

We went to a gay wedding last year

A wonderful event

With people of all persuasions

Of all colours and religions

With the tingle of love in the air

And happiness all around.

What right has anyone 

To tell another who to love?

What right has anyone

To spray their venom around?

Everyone should be themselves

and follow their own desires. 

NO ONE has the right to interfere with that.