As with every other school play I have attended, an unprecedented number of kids in the playbill identified as trans or non-binary. This particular show included a whopping 36%—15 out of 42 children—identifying out of their birth sex, with 7% on cross-sex hormones. Their bios brimmed with fake names, male and plural pronouns—my daughter’s among them.

This was one of those occasions where mere prose could not contain my fury, so I wrote my rage in verse. Please to enjoy…

theatre of the absurd
where once were little girls
now those voices hoarse
gravel of the ghouls

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a hatred for these mothers
to gender clinics bring
their ailing wailing daughters
to kill before the spring

upside down you tar me
bigot, phobe and TERF
but i will have the last laugh
when you weep into the dirt

your daughter’s grave, my daughter saved
i dared to seek the truth
lonely in your nightmare
that waking rendered proof

cry all you want, i pity you
you thought you were the hero
you killed your girls you stupid shit
you got what you deserve