I See A Child

I see a child Stumbling along the street He leaves a trail As he bleeds His skin was black But now its red With his soul Floating over his head He was smart Happy too Until you stole it What did he do? Except be something You think you hate What your parents taught you You showed today Different is good But to you its bad We are crying But you are glad You think you made your country proud By kicking this boy As he laid on the ground The item of you hate Is not him All you see Is the colour of his skin