I am so sorry, like so many of us, I had hoped.
This came to me as I read. Stonewall must fail - but when.
I met a traveller from an antique land,
Who said "There was a great wall built of solid stone
The base was mason made, the top,worn by windblown sand
More like old rubble, some fallen careless down
Yet still the barrier sought to bravely stand
To still survive, to see its message read
To still survive its loathsome message rings
Mocking those its barrier crushed with dread
And on the pedestal, these words appear:
My name is Stonewall, fear me cis-made things
Look on my Works, ye Mighty, and despair!
Nothing beside remains. Round the decay
Of that colossal Wreck, boundless and bare
The lone and level sands stretch far away.”
Sorry Percy. But we are many, they are few, and must give way sometime.