The Gay Son

The Gay Son. They locked me in a room in a house I knew They told me my father was a tyrant. How was I to know? My old dad is a nice man gave us everything we wanted. I have left this house knew of a secret exit, joined my mother and we fled to Algeria. I’m not a warrior, like my brother, I hate guns and posing in uniforms. My sister has just given birth to a baby girl and that’s nice; I will never be a father and if my dad knew the reason his tough warrior ideology would have hurt him deeply. I know they will kill my old man, he knows too much about the new rulers to let him live; after all, many of them did his bidding. Me? They will surely string me up for being gay.