Also published on I Am Not A Silent Poet.
deskbased drones in whitehall’s depths
behind sheltered screens decree your fate
tell you your suffering hasn’t made the grade
that your fears of imprisonment and beatings are lies:
you’re a threat to our green and pleasant land.
high court judge and citizen’s jury
release press statements to decry you false
tell the public that danger lurks behind liberation
that your life is pretence and your story untrue;
guilt is assumed for people like you.
home office, bureaucrats, friends in high places
say that marriage and children is enough of a proof
to shatter your false foreign claims to be gay
of course nobody changes sexuality’s static;
your evidence means nothing to predecided conviction.
one woman’s attempt to take her own life
after mob raids, persecution, ptsd –
so easily negated with a proud rainbow flag
as government crows of equal marriage and rights
demanding allegiance as the queer’s new messiah.
because if a white gay man can be married on sunday
we forget laws are meaningless as long as they’re limited
“no justice! no peace!” is confined back to history.
stonewall was then; now you’re part of the system
and you’d better be quiet now they’ve given you rights.
on the in breath theresa may boasts her progression
on the out breath she’ll sign for your deportation
if you’re foreign – a woman – a queer – not white
you’re unseen and uncared for; careful unrecognition
if you attempt to speak up or tell of exclusion.
deskbased drones and highcourt judges
sit around ticking boxes and dare ask you for proof
like your sexuality is just academia,
peer-reviewed and white as an ivory tower.
your sex tapes are evidence: be degraded or deported.