White Picket Fences

Walls hung with frames filled with head games Smiles of perfection, splattered like an infection Homes painted with one brush stroke Wanting to control all women folk They label women as gold diggers, bossy, weak, hysterical Chanted like beats in a musical Blasted on sound waves, murmured by misogynist living in online caves Venerating housewives, killing Venus’ inner dreams with sharpened knives Wanting free labour, human dishwashers, launderers, appointment makers, incubators, Christmas bakers micro managers, while swigging beer lazily from thrones. Enslaving exhausted women wearing them down to bare bones Claiming Adam is perfection, lords of erection Toxic masculinity hammering nails, Creating Invisible guardrails Men who’re boys, with bigger toys Self servers, money grabbers, parasitic At the ready to go ballistic, blaming others for their shortcomings, so acidic Holding up the white picket fence Flame throwers White Nationalists church goers Sowers of 1950s societal constructs They reign over the masses, self appointed judicial asses Their way or the highway From the moral codes of churchdoms Jailers of others freedoms Book banners, book burners Story murderers, paper pillagers Reapers of darkness, so heartless Seeing the world through a square box lens, checking off female or male in blue pens Don’t recognize their own privilege Which is sacrilegious Waving their “good” book in the face of science, will never seek an alliance Gender and sexuality is on a spectrum They ignore the beauty of electrum Snuffing out the love and light Spirits of human souls so bright A marriage of amour, a human right Love is love, peace carried by a single dove They push fear, oh dear call drag queens pedophiles, When their majesty’s only aim is to turn children into bibliophiles Lovers of books, literate beings The keepers this ideology moves to trap, snuff and snap Attacking a small minority like the trans community, lovely humans who bravely want to live their truth with equal opportunity They have struggled, overcome from living in physical, mental and spiritual Disunity Moving forward metamorphosing Blooming, harmonizing suddenly to electrify, to exemplify the nuances of human existence. Finally dancing to a champagnized tune, while the religious right fume. Raising their voices in contempt Would toss out their own child and exempt. Breaking the sacred code, to always love and to always behold. They need to look in the mirror, judging their own actions, start questioning these man made moral factions. Needing sanctions on their misinformed actions Dethrone the self proclaimed judges Time for the flame throwers to mind their own damn business Let others live their life, without criticism, without barbarism. Time to open the gate Let others choose who they date To find their true soul mate Put out the flame of hate Peace out!