Two children from different sides of the track
They don’t belong together
Not in any weather
As children they may have each other’s back
But not when they get old,
That’s what I’m told. 

Two lovers of the same sex cannot be wed
They don’t belong together
These birds of a feather
Shall flock to no churches with vows read
For tradition is gold,
That’s what I’m told.

Two believers in different faiths must fight
They don’t belong together
No love whatsoever
God says love thy enemy and kill them right
For this is foretold
That’s what I’m told.

-V