Sutures

Six people took their lives in the last weeks due to homophobia and violent abuse in their homes and especially their schools. I wrote this with them and the hundreds who suffer similarly in mind.

One day when you are all alone,
There is one think that you must do.
Go to your kitchen cabinet
And find the coldest steel knife.
Then see the blade rend skin and bone
(In the mind's eye you see this through)
Feel the broken bayonet
Cut deep into your bleeding strife.
And this your mind cannot condone,
And so it tries to think anew:
"I cannot quit this life just yet"
"My soul has yet a will to life"
And can you still bring down the knife?

 

Such strength, to overcome the mind!
Yet even as your blood is spilt,
The pigs decide that you were weak.

 

You wished for love and compassion;
They had naught but anger and hate.
Those pigs drove you to damnation,
And with their words they wrought your death.
Yet here we stand with our passion
Because we strive to reverse fate.
We bring today to this nation
The silent majority's breadth.
And here we stand for compassion,
To strike down society's hate;
And here, in unification,
We shall yet save your final breath,
We shall aid you to our last breath.

 

Their world has violence for your kind,
But even when you think you're doomed,
And when the knife is on your mind,
We shall be sutures to your wound.

Reviews

[N. Scott Cohen]

Although I do love the topic and it is very personal for me, I think that the rhythm is slightly unnatural at times. Otherwise, very good and very vivid. An important topic that we should all write and think about.