The headline read:
“Hate crimes against gay people rockets
In the UK”
Today.
Incomprehensible
To people who have no prejudice.
But I see prejudice
Everywhere.
I see it in people I love.
Who say they love me.
This need, to be accepted
By a society,
A society, that says, it is
Civilised.
A civilisation that doesn’t accept
Love.
We get caught up,
To be civil, to love?
The more one loves,
The more one hates.
I do not wish to be civil
And correct,
If loving is wrong.
It’s all a matter of time:
Love evolves into honesty
And the tube light glare
Rips through at some point.
The thing that was once hidden,
Under the guise of empathy,
Lies naked for all to see,
Like a broken body after rape,
Open to the lenses of posterity
And a boggling public
That cranes to see which part
Was most abused.
The need to hide exists no more.
Justice demands sight and hearing.
A lynching is required.
Love is stronger than romance
And it can withstand a slap,
Or two.
Compromise is a grey area.
Love was not the same,
Either for Helen or Mumtaz –
Tom had jumped on a sofa
And after begetting children
Of blood, they say,
It all ended amicably.
I mean, the jumping ended.
I think myself grand enough
To think mine will last.
I shall let the Trojans in though;
Because I love horses.
(That is a different kind of love.)
The fruit has ripened.
But it hangs high on the tree.
It will ripen further and die,
Slowly.
The sun will hit it hard.
The moon will not help at all.
The best thing for it to do is
Fall.
Birds may help it perhaps,
Maybe a strong breeze,
A god may help, if it says
Please.
Knowing providence though,
It’s more likely to hang and rot,
It’s one of those things that love just
Forgot.
It does look tasty and juicy,
But it’s so very, very high,
I might as well give up before I
Try.
Hearts Still Care 
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