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
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