October ninety-eight
was a fateful time indeed.
When a young man met the brutes
who took his life sans heed.
The abuse that was committed,
against this gentle man
Escapes one’s comprehension,
too heinous to understand.
They beat him with a fury,
not understood by most
Then hung his still live body,
upon a wooden post.
They left him there to die,
without a second thought
And drove away not caring,
their alibis to plot.
Did they sleep at all that night,
knowing what they’d done?
Their malice showed no mercy,
their humanness expunged.
The crime the man committed,
to beckon his last day
Was relaxing at a pub that night
and stating he was gay.
and stating he was gay.
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