Wednesday 3 November 2010

Being Different

He came from a different place
He came from a different race
A new home and a new beginning
A new hope with a new bringing

She bumped into him that fated day
She fell in love with him straight away
A different culture did not worry her
He was not a man who would hurry her
So together the world they would face
Two different souls in this cruel place

They came as a gang for him one night
They said that taking their women wasn't right
Down an alley they kicked him in the head
They kicked and beat him until he was dead
She found him and in his blood she cried
For only being different he died

 


copyright Chris Smith 2007

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