“For gold is tried in fire, and acceptable men in the furnace of adversity.”
We are not equal, not in this land.
Your love is not my love.
I don’t care what stickers say.
You and I are not equal in this land.
When mine sleeps,
when his scourged spirit
lays down legal sin,
lets slip Christian hate:
when I worship what you can’t see,
witness his dreaming mouth
curl in playful expertise,
hands stroke invisible joy —
he’s cooking something, I can tell —
Original Fire!
Then I assay you,
set ablaze your soul,
wonder why ;
find on your foul stone
the smoky remnants of an absent father-god —
babbled orphan-speak
raving of war, always war
mad-driven to despise all bounty
execrate all bonds
sacrifice hope
to a doll —
No.
You and I are not equal in this land.
Your love is not my love.
Mine is fire and yours is ash.
You and I are not equal in this land.
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(“In future cases, we should reconsider all of this Court’s substantive due process precedents, including Griswold, Lawrence, and Obergefell.” — Justice Clarence Thomas, proving his worth.)
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