They came after me
With their rants and a rage,
They wanted to hang me from a tree
Or lock me inside a cage.
They didn't like the color of my skin
Or was it my religion and belief,
They never knew me from within
They wanted to give me only grief.
I never caused them any hurt
All that I wanted was to live in peace,
They then drug me through the dirt
I screamed and begged for the police.
At me they began to curse
I told them that I did no man no wrong,
More hate towards me they did disperse
I pleaded why can't we just get along.
They mocked me for my clothes
And they mocked me for the way that I walked,
They hated the mate that I chose
And they ridiculed me for the way that I talked.
They then drug me to an oak
I then again prayed and cried,
Then I began to cough and choke
And then there I died.
Randy L. McClave
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Very nice narration. Kept me reading all the way through.