Forbidden Love 'Larry'

Green eyes, pale face
that are sick and tired of playing games
Blue eyes, tanned skin
that are terrified to be seen
People will hate, people will judge
if they found out about us
What to do, who to be
so that people won't see
Who you are, who you love
cause your secret can't be exposed

Flash lights, money and fame
but behind closed doors nothing's the same
Hiding in a closet, in a bird cage
affraid to come out because of what people say
They say your love is forbidden
but you don't wanna change
Cause he is the one who makes you feel safe
and you don't want to be changed
You just want to show to the world
you need acceptance for your forbidden love...

by Larry Stylinson

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Pure poetic class...... Delightful.
That was a rousing cry to battle- - whether with life's normal troubles or with comrades on war's battlefield.. I think I am a bit craven however- -I do not think I see myself gladly flinging myself in bullets' paths. Well, to save my children, of course I would. But to win a war the politicians have gotten us into? I don't think I am made of exalted bravery.... but this poem makes me wish I were.
very good. thank you for sharing the poem
The enemy faints not! ! Thanks for sharing this poem with us.
Here's my paraphrase, for what it's worth. Don’t say that the long struggle [against tyranny and injustice] is of no avail; don’t say that all your efforts, and all the injuries you’ve sustained, were in vain. Don’t say that the enemy’s just as strong as ever; and don’t say that nothing’s changed for the better! If the things you hoped for haven’t happened, well, maybe the things you’re scared of won’t happen either. Perhaps over there on the battlefield, now obscured by smoke, your comrades are chasing the enemy away, and all they need to ensure victory is that you go and join them. Look! Those waves don’t seem to be making much headway, even though the tide’s supposedly coming in. But far behind you, unseen creeks and inlets are swelling with incoming waters: the sea really is on the move after all! Look! The eastern window you’re sitting at isn’t the only place affected by sunrise; from there, yes, it’s true, the sun hardly seems to moving up the sky at all— but cross the room and look through a westward-facing casement: see how the whole landscape’s already flooded with light! Clough had just personally witnessed how Garibaldi's brave attempt to help preserve a new Roman Republic had been foiled when the forces of reaction (led, ironically enough, by the French) had successfully brought the Siege of Rome to an end in 1848. He was trying to cheer up fellow-supporters of reform and of independence for Italy. They were all feeling pretty downhearted. That's the historical context. But it could have fitted Democrats in the USA while Bush and the Neo-conservatives had the upper hand; or the Left in France today; or many other similar situations. [I'm not sure whether the dud end-rhyme (only / slowly) in Clough's final stanza is just clumsiness or a daring use of half-rhyme. I'm puzzled by the total absence of any mention of this in any of his commentators' notes to the poem. It doesn't really spoil the poem at all; but, once you've noticed it, it niggles away at the back of your mind.]
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