Murder By Words

A young man lies on the side of the road Bleeding from deep wounds Yet there is no blood Bleeding because he was different Not like all of the others Maybe it was the color of his skin Maybe it was because of who he loved Maybe it was because of his god Maybe there was no reason at all Except that he was different They did not use guns, clubs or knives They used words just as if they were swords Words chosen for their sharpness Chosen to inflict the most pain They cut deep without leaving a mark Maybe if they got to know him They would have chosen different words And they would have realized He was not that different And they would have accepted him Since, like them, he was a person Not someone to be hated or feared Just a person