Alex

Alex was only a young lad,
With a distant mum and small minded dad.
He'd always listened to his father,
Even if his thoughts were lava.
He thought he loved his old man,
He was his number one fan.
He was taught being gay was a sin,
His father lived on gin.
His father lived on coke.
His father lived on smoke.
His father loved fear.
"FUCK THE QUEERS"
That was Alex's dad's motto,
30 years ago resides in tomorrow.
Alex reached the age of fourteen,
His friends were called queens,
His ex-girlfriend was now bisexual.
Change was perpetual.
But being gay was a sin, right?
He didn't sleep that night.
He was to busy questioning what he was,
His father was the baas,
He knew best, "shut the fags up."
His father got into a fight at the pub.
"One of those fags looked at me."
The truth was hard to see.
Alex's heart fluttered at the sight of his friend,
But did that make him "bent"?
His emotions were mixed,
Did he really want he life to be risked?
Did he really want his best mate?
Did he go with the hate?
Fuck! What did he do?
Does he see it through?
Does he keep quiet?
He was interested, did he try it?
What about his dad,
He taught him being gay was bad.
He confronted his father, "Dad?
Why is being gay bad?"
His father's face went crimson,
"Always listen to God's wisdom!"
Alex had touched a nerve.
He knew his father's thoughts were reserved.
"But what if God's wrong?"
His father reached for his bong,
"Dad?" Alex asked in a worried tone.
This place was no home.
The bong flew through the air,
His father got a grip on his hair.
Alex was flung across the room.
"I guess you can ask him soon."
Alex was terrified as he hit the wall,
He hit the floor and a scarlet pool.
Something hit him, again and again.
And then...
All went black.
Then his vision came back.
But it wasn't his home,
Instead he was alone.
He stood in front of white pearly gates,
He stood to wait.
He was in a line, hundreds of other children,
All faces hidden.
All sounding laughter,
As now they could live happily ever after.