The Gay, The Gayly, and The Gray: Who Made You God? – Soyombo Ayomikun

The Gay, The Gayly, and The Gray: Who Made You God? – Soyombo Ayomikun

Once upon a time

A very great man lived

Thought to be the wisest of all times

The wildest thinker of all generations

To Him was brought a woman caught in adultery

Screaming as she enjoyed what some tagged ‘sin’

From her fountain of pleasure she was dragged by a crowd

To the great man for judgment, then subsequent stoning

On reaching the great man, He bent & scribbled on the sand

Then said ‘he who hath no sin should cast the first stone’

The crowd sublimed like smoke

From the tip of a quenched matchstick previously aflame

They disappeared one after the other

Into dark crevices to go kiss their sins a little more

Shaking, the woman found redemption

In eyes that chose not to condemn

Eyes that made her realize

That no human is indeed better than the other

Gay, straight, or even the saintly Pope

We all are beings seeking to feed & be fed with love

Sad Nigeria decided to plunge

Into gray murky waters of discrimination

Against hearts choosing tenets by which to stand

Without an intention of harming another

Embracing a religion that loads them with joy

A belief that transforms their worlds into one gayly colourful

Religion is sacred, culture sweet

But the convictions of others shouldn’t be suffocated

By exaggerated hypocritical displays of attempts at saving the world

I think I should even ask; ‘Who made you God?’

The gay has not come with arrows of death

With which to pierce our already blackened hearts

Neither has the gay come with bullets

With which to rip out our guts

The gay is a brother seeking to be heard

A friend seeking to be loved

A cousin desiring to be smiled at

Colleague needing a warm embrace

Not a soul to be convicted as a killer

To be thrown behind bars for years

It’s time our false saintly display met its death

Time to tear our aprons of condemnation

If a gay smiles at you smile back

Don’t frown like you’re heaven’s agent sent to destroy the ailing

Refute laws establishing their incarceration

As they haven’t hurt you nor drawn blood from your veins

This beautiful family we are will never find joy

If openly we tag innocent souls ‘outcasts’

Gay, straight or even the saintly Pope

We are born to live,& let others likewise live

Soyombo tweets from @alabaster85

  The views expressed above are solely that of the writer and not necessarily that of Omojuwa.com or its associates.

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