The brick soars above their heads
The queers are all fed up
Better off fighting than ending up dead
The queers have had enough
If your rainbow doesn't include
Black and brown
Baby pink, pastel blue
The ancestors would turn their noses up at you
You think that queerness is just about love
When it has always been more than that
We have always lifted the boot
That kicks and stomps at our backs
Liberation, liberty
What does my country know of thee?
We must fight for all to be free
Even though there is no guarantee
Even though there may be no victory
Even though they're killing the trees
Even as we remember their names
Even though we may not look the same
Love is love
And pain is pain
But rainbows shine
After the rain
