A poem for the Classes in March

To the leader I exclaim
I am true to be just
I love that I may work
In a Church or a Bank

But to you I am an ingrate
And you are too good
For you wear a Uniform of War
And that is a good way

But they say I am "gay"
They say I was a whore
You made it in your life of taxes
And I am a snore (and freak)

So good for me
They got rid of DADT
So good for the world
You are no longer a man of the hour of raking the hay

There is a G-d and he is not planning to kill us
After all the Bible was brilliant
And the word gay and lezbian
Were no where to be found

So give me a justice of life
And speak of the leadership of peace
I am not Gay myself as the poet
But the fact is I am nice

And today I like my life
And you are not my friend
I like that there is justice
For every single friend of
Humanity.