The One Who was Different

In memory of every hate victim

She was a black rose

In a bed of red roses

When everyone wore bright clothing,

She was the one in black.

When everyone wore black,

She was the one in bright clothing.

She was difinetly her own person.

No matter what she was called,

She always stood tall.

People began to hate her more and more.

It began with threats.

Then the threats turned into actions.

She was pushed,

And kicked,

And shoved,

And punched,

And beaten,

Just because she stood out,

They did this to her.

She did nothing to them.

Now that she is dead,

They will have to find another victim.

They have no guilt for what they did.

That was all they knew to do.

It all came down to their parents.

She was taught to love all.

They were taught to hate,

Those that stood out.

Now she is gone,

And they have to find a new victim.

Who will be joining her soon?

It will just keep going,

Until they are taught differently.