A Story of a Dissident and its Agressors

Once upon a time, there was this kid and there were these other kids...

These kids call the kid weird,

Call the kid names.

But all he could do is what he had feared,

Putting all the kids to their own shame.

Faggot, fag!

Is what he heard.

Just wanting to hide in his own bag

In a place he could call home.

Mutiny had shown its flag,

The words dig deep coming from his own.

His opinion does not matter.

For we stick to selfishness and pride,

Climbing higher and higher on their own ladder.

For all that is significant is which side, is your side.

The End.