It was red
very bright
flowing freely
it could be seen everywhere
a waterfall of red
over the darkness
not of the night
but of his skin
Over and over
the beating continues
they say "he's not like us"
because of the darkness
not of the night
but of his skin
The laughter continues
they say "he's not human"
because of the darkness
not of the night
but of his skin
The beating has stopped
The laughter has subsided
The blood has dried
Silence abounds..
Only the sounds of his
labored breathing...
The breathing stops
Totally silent
Totally still
One more victim
because of the darkness
not of the night
but of his skin
Reason for writing:
Bigotry and hate....it sucks!!
Birth sign: Leo
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