Swept Under the  Rug

there are words
		      hiding
			under our rug
          someone took a broom
(or perhaps asked their servant)
                                   and swept
these vulnerable words
to the side       and into a  dust pan,
		      neatly,
the little fetus ball-words
rolled in dust 	 swept up,
but entitled to one last
science-based breach
yakked among themselves
about what sex they were and
		      what gender 
one clearly declared they
		      were transgender
and wanted to be addressed
		      as such, another,
(in good form) swore
that due to evidence-based
proof	      research (in fact)
they had the right to their race
and rejoiced in their		diversity
		      it was such a party
		      in the swept up dust pan
but then,         the awful truth
the rug came down

still      they bounce 
		       and mumble
determined to see
the light of day

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