I hoped I’d say goodbye today…be done with you forever.
Yet, here we find ourselves somewhere good people dreamt of never.
How can we be patriots in Puritan states that hate us?
Where do we find points of pride if we cannot pass in straightness?
Some will flee, some will stay & some will break apathetic.
Some will cleanse their hearts of hate & evolve to sympathetic.
For my part, yet, I have no plan…I’m still reeling on my heels.
Though, yes, we might be martyred first…chin up even as one kneels.
We cannot rest, though we are spent; the day to day must go on.
We will not bow, nor bend, nor break; we must greet this new gray dawn.
L.B.Stowe 