A gaze we should at their tender life,
Getting the butt of the short end of a stick,
We look at them with disdain,
They care less, their life they grapple with,
I wonder and ponder at their state,
How they are treated with so much hate,
Expressing their opinions with attendant berate,
The thread of hope they hold with grit.
Why wouldn't we with them stand,
Despite the cultural limitation and circumscription,
They move on without fuss,
I stand up for them... I will always stand up for them.
