In the market where traders all meet, Two men held hands on the street, They kissed out of sight, But fear gripped them tight, For love there’s no place in deceit.Behind corners, they shared just a glance, But in silence, they knew the dance, A love kept so still, Against the world’s will, Yet hope still offered a chance.
The silence is louder than a scream. It buries hearts in shallow graves, Where fear feeds on the remains Of those who once dared to speak.But we will not be silent. Our voices will rise, like rivers after the rain, Flooding every corner of this world, Washing away the hatred, the lies, the pain.No more whispers in the dark. No more words swallowed whole. For silence is…
Oh, to be free, just to live, Without the burden, without the cry, Must we beg, must we plead? Just to be who we are inside?Chains of fear, chains of law, Tearing love from heart to heart, Do you not see the pain you cause? When you say that love’s a crime from the start?But love’s a bird with broken wings, Who only dreams of skies…
Africa, mother of rich soil, Why do you raise a spear against your child, When your rivers sing of freedom, Yet your laws bind love in iron chains?The baobab tree stands tall, But you hack its branches one by one, Afraid of the fruits that grow unbidden, While love, like wildflowers, takes root where it wills.Do not fear the storm, For it only brings the rains…
Erased? Ha! Is that what you think? That you can erase us, make us small, Shrink us into nothingness with your laws, your silence? Oh, you’ve tried, haven’t you? Oh, how you’ve tried! But we, we will not disappear like shadows at dusk. No, we are here, and we are vast, as vast as the sky itself.You think you can conquer love? Oh, my dear,…
“And what is your crime?” the judge, he said, “To whom did you cause harm or dread? For I see no blood, no theft, no pain, Yet you stand accused all the same.Is it love that brought you here today? And if it is, then what can I say? For love, in all its varied forms, Should never be the cause of storms.But still, the…
On the streets of Kampala, where life moves fast, Two women walk, their hands close but never touching. They keep their love behind shuttered windows, Where prying eyes and laws can’t reach.The city breathes around them, But it breathes differently for them. Where others walk freely, they step cautiously, For love in the open is a dangerous thing.A glance, a brush of fingers, Could be enough…
In rainbow’s embrace, Every hue finds its own home, Love knows no borders.Yet, you draw the lines— Erase the colors you fear, But they shine brighter.You cannot smother The spectrum that love creates, For it blooms beyond.
Born not of sin, but soft in nature’s womb, A heart that swells, like lilies in the spring, Why must you chain with words and laws of doom, What blooms as freely as the birds that sing?The heavens painted hues that shine so bright, Yet you deny these colors in your sight, For love that does not fit your rigid frame, You cast it out…
Kings and Queens of the Heart You speak of royalty with crowns and gold, Yet love—our greatest crown—you cast away. Two kings together, queens, you leave out cold, And on their heads, you cast a heavy stay.But love knows not the rules that you design, It flows like rivers, rich with every hue. So why must you deny what…
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