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