The Florist, The Baker, The Photograph-Taker
Two men feeling snubbed,
For some can’t join their celebration.
A florist, a baker,
Declined their wedding invitation.
It was not born of hate,
It’s just when they create
For them there is no separation
‘Tween their work and their art
And their conscience and heart,
Such that they feel it’s participation.
Now you might think their stance
Is misguided perchance,
But if “tolerance” is your expectation,
Don’t be butchering bakers.
Don’t be livelihood takers.
Lest tolerance ain’t your motivation.