Son Nguyen - Oh, Thy Majesty

This poem conveys a message of how society degrades homosexual relationship.

Son Nguyen- Oh, Thy Majesty.

Oh, Thy Majesty,

Let my bleeding heart stop dripping

Its agonizing blood of love

For thou, who are thou to judge?

Thy echelon is nothing but a word.

 

For a knight of thine, I seek to fancy

Of his valor, chivalry, and glory.

As a widow, who engraveth her husband’s name

My love for him will surmount thy fame.

 

Oh, Thy Majesty,

The dreariest of all, the raven of death

Foreshadowed our sin on the path ahead.

For the love of two men, thou think is immoral?

And thy verdict is no more than mortal.

 

I am a shepherd, the name is Leofrick.

Astuteness I sustain, and no vows shall I break.

A herd of sheep declares I am poor

No river of treasures, only love I endure.

 

Oh, Thy Majesty,

One of thy knights, the most courageous of them all

The name is Sir Montford, I am honored to call.

 Glimmered in his lustrous armor, he walketh

His words of gallant will ensure thee.

 

Chivalrous and gracious as we

To overcome thy spiteful judgements.

For we fell in love in the meadow of harmony

And stood on the grass of discernment.

 

Oh, Thy Majesty,

Thy inconsiderate questions of our sin

Are what broken glasses are meant for.

Carved scars of shame upon our tender skin

Art thou satisfied for our false misdemeanor?

 

Daunting life, we all have to face

Poisoned words, the serpents of life taunt

And we are perceived to be jesters of disgrace

Who weep in the dark at the arrival of dawn.

 

Oh, Thy Majesty,

We yearn to exist in an utopia.

The Queen of Equilibrium can declare

“Ye are God’s creations, not his stigma

For a ceaseless love, ye shall spare.”

 

The condemned thieves thou hast belittled

Are now detached in agony and despair.

The black widow weaves its web, our love is idled

As your condemnation wounded us like a snare.

 

Oh, Thy Majesty,

No light of dignity, only a coat of darkness

Conceals our ached and blood-drained bodies.

Stop thy filthy words; let us lay on this sorrowful mattress

For an everlasting sleep of tainted beauties.