Freaks and Faggots
             "If it became acceptable amoung at least some twisted group within our society to bash people who were considered ugly, I suggest we would be taking up that issue on the floor of this house, not because fatness or ugliness deserve some special protection but because we have recognized...that we have a problem."
                                                                          -Rep. David Heckler (Pennsylvania)
Anonymous
2003 KarMel Scholarship Entry

                               I

I do not mourn for scarecrows nor for skulls
of ice beneath the fire on long gray plains
or barbed existence twisting round straw hands.
he was bruised for our transgressions

So keen keen keen the dance around the church
holding your signs high, oh worship, worship
worship the horned angel if you will.
his face was more marred, more than any man

god hates fags fags fags light the fires
with faggots and whips and tumbleweeds
light the holocaustal fires with blood
he gave his back to the smiters--to them

(cry out the priests:  Masks, masks, or blind him!)
no... no... do not touch me.  I do not mourn.


                                  II
We do not suffer perversion, let us
kill kill kill the freaks.  Beauty is a choice:
let thy face be mirrored, child of Sodom.
Goodness and mercy shall follow me

Let the coffers of your sanctuaries
buy coffins for our dead--collate their graves--
perhaps then we shall ask no more of peace
I will dwell in the house of the lord forever

Perversion is its own religion, love.
Yes! love love love the fuck who cracks your skull.
The freaks and fags of a thousand hills salute thee!
my cup runneth o'er, not my will but thine...

We do not mourn the skeletons of law.
Every outcast is an anarch at last.