prelude
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I hate writing this fucking poem
because you're dead
because you're gone
because the father
you chose to lean on
chose to kill
his gay son
I hate writing this fucking poem
because Ibrahim
is now alone
because the father
you chose to lean on
chose to kill
his gay son
I hate writing this fucking poem
because your father
is still on the run
because the country
you chose to lean on
chose to ignore
its gay citizen
although this hate
it fills me strong
I vow to keep pressing on
because the men
you've impressed upon
choose to fight in your name
for love undeterred
