Now we are going backwards.
Where politicians use their words
That do more harm than good.
Running communities through the mud.
Paris Is Burning, it burnt for nothing.
But the progress was worth something.
Setting ground for people’s path today,
They didn’t want it any other way.
New York in the seventies full of pride.
Stonewall stormed silencing those who thrived.
Where people danced, be themselves,
Then had to learn the violence that dwells.
Milk, Johnson, Turing, Mercury.
Disappointed with what’s come to be.
Once normalised, now being erased
Now a disgrace to the human race.
Parents, teenagers, friends, lovers.
Have to hide their identity under the covers.
Keep everything behind closed doors,
Or be stoned like an animal, on all fours.
Be careful on the streets, words are being said.
People are hateful, would rather us dead.
“Battyboys!” “faggots!” “fairies!” “hominterns!”
But who we are isn’t their concern.
Hide your flags, hide your sins.
Throw your identity in the bins.
Keep it secret, keep it hidden.
Hide the love that is now forbidden.