In Winter’s cold this November day
All members dressed in Black.
With white starched collars, their robes hanging loose
The ruling piled in stacks.
Behind closed doors they read the news
Then moved out into the street
Where microphones and cameras
The men in black did meet.
Of constitutional rights they spoke and
What of the men who bore so many
The Mormon clan so secretive
And the wives they had a plenty
The bow-man has declared the Law
One of strength and viability
“Not more than one Ye shall have”
To save Monogamy
But what of the other ones
Who share their love so freely
With equal hearts they share their hearts
With three, with four, with many.
With sighs of relief they read the news
Not criminals are most
Freedom reigns for Poly Love
And on the door they did post
The decree of the majority
And it is not about sects.
But consensual poly-fidelity
And Freedom of each’s sex.
A warning still remains in the air
For those that wish to vow
To each other and publicly
They are criminals still now.
The question is of Community
And how Marriage is defined.
But we stand together in unity
With those that have crossed that line.