Rainbow Battlefield

Out there on the battlefield

bodies lay across the land

some taken by the enemy

some by their own desperate hand.

The wounded cry out in so much pain

they just want a place to rest

they call for the medic

but find shrapnel in his chest.

So the wounded tend to each other

how can those in pain love so much

even as they cry from their own bullet holes

they provide a gentle touch.

And they dress new wounds and examine old scars

if each story they could tell

they would know that they walked as one

in a similar kind of hell. 

And although they wish that they could go home

Home simply wasn't there

If they lived, there was no promise

simply a wing and a prayer.

So they picked up all the dogtags

of the ones who didn't make it through

with a promise on their heart

that "we will never forget you."

Limping and supporting, 

they picked the live ones up

carried them to safety

and drank from the same sweet cup.

And if no home existed

in a land so far away

on this battlefield they would make a home

as a family they would stay.

And watch over each other, they would

someone always standing guard

and hugs for the brokenhearted

when times would get so hard.

So they made a place and called it home

it was easy for the world to see

that love among the wounded 

created a family.

It always amazes me that the gay, lesbian, bisexual, and transgender community, which is filled with so much  pain is also filled with so much love. We are the walking wounded who still reach out to our brothers and sisters to lift them up and help them go on. We have been rejected by our communities, our families, our churches and so we have made our own Rainbow Pride Community. 

On Facebook, what began as a group of people trying to stop hate through Wipeout Homophobia on Facebook, has become a world wide family. Although our experiences vary, we all seem to share a common hurt, and a common goal. On this battlefield of hate and prejudice, we have made our home. We have surrounded ourselves with brothers and sisters, moms and dads. I've heard family is made up, not of who you share your biology, but who shares your heart. This is dedicated to all of you whom I love very much.