On A Random Tuesday
On a random Tuesday, two boys happened to meet;
Forming a bond thicker than blood could ever be.
They became inseparable—
You would have had to physically pry them apart.
On a random Tuesday, two boys fell in love—
Love that had to be hidden and suppressed:
So they learned to hide their feelings well
And never spoke of it with anyone.
On a random Tuesday, two boys became soldiers
When their country called them.
Off they went, across the sea;
So far from everything they’d ever known.
Still, they had each other—a little bit of home.
On a random Tuesday, two boys kissed
Surrounded by death and fear—
Under the solace of the trees, they forgot everything,
Including the earthly hell they now lived in.
On a random Tuesday, two boys were caught together:
Vile; disgusting; disgraces in the face of God.
Before they’d even sat their trial,
The sentence had already been decided.
On a random Tuesday, two boys were executed by firing squad.
They died holding each other’s hands.
For their crimes, they were given no proper grave
So no one would ever know their names again.
And who would’ve thought
That two boys could meet and then fall in love;
March off to war together;
Eventually admit their love for each other,
Only to get caught and court-martialed;
And then be executed side by side:
All on a random Tuesday.
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