I Never Lived In a Place Where so Many People Want to Tell Other People How to Live Their Lives

There's a disconnect somewhere.

Our New Orleans gays

celebrate decadence

followed by Midwestern Jesus Freaks

preaching death and fire.

The Constitution protects their rights too.

This is the price of freedom.

And, in my head,

amongst the spitting

and the yelling

and the hatred

I raise my bony fist into the air

"Freedom," I shout.

But, what I really mean is:

Peace.