A Gay's Perspective
Black , the cloths of this grey morning
Stood covering Larry, the messenger,
Whose task: inform every passenger
Of Mother Earth an omen . A warning ?
" I don't ask you to like me."
Forces empirical pressed his breast
To exhale a plea embodied in each
Homager under heal, in simple speech,
"Just allow us to live as free as the least."
" I do not ask you to accept me."
A job , a home , freedom to social life ;
Most of all, in a measured , bleating
Monotone," Please allow our meeting
The reaper in loving dignity- not legal strife."
"I only ask that you tolerate me ."
Not outstretched arms of warm embrace,
Nor cold palms on stiff arms so very cool;
Just white knuckles ,teeth clenched ,taunt jaw , stone face.
AHIMSA in want of a better word or tool .
Is there to be found in the reborn beat ,
" Don't stop thinking about tomorrow,"
Unity when all hands come together ? Repeat,
" Yesterday's gone," with it - much sorrow .
Ronald C. Downie
AHIMSA is a Sanskrit word meaning to do no harm and that all forms of life are sacred .