Hatred written over the faces of the mass,
Watching the block of wood as up comes the prisoner,
They force him to his knees; his head is to go,
A boy he is, no older than 16 years of age,
Yet still they condemn him too die for no reason,
He pleads with his many captors, tears in his eyes,
Not a word is heard, they don't care for what he says,
"What is his crime?" speaks a girl of around 15,
"Yes what does he stand accused of?" ask the youth,
"Why children do not you know already what he did?
Hes gone against us all, dared to be the differ,
For this he chooses his own death, his choice."
Up rises the axe, as in rushes the youth,
"STAND AGAINST THE MASSES, SHOUT YOUR DIFFERENCE."
The pitiful boy sat on his knees, his head bowed low,
His whisper barely heard in the up rush of youth,
"I may tell them I am different, tell them my mind,
But think of this, at least I had the guts to do so,"
Frozen in mid stride, the whole crowed stared,
Slowly he rose, breaking his bounds, making it,
Slowly he stared around, then taking a step forward,
Regal he looked in his ragged cloths and rags,
A king with a dirty face, one in a million,
"Stand strong in what you believe, truth will show,
But only when you believe to the inner heart,
Believe all you're wroth, and then only is it true,"
Truth told shattering the lies laid thick,
The beaten battered boy, regal in his rag clothing,
Saying the truth held dear through the lies,
Talking his own truth, while others like their lies,
His head held high, while rags clothed his body,
His message sent out to the youth around him,
The message meant to stay within their very hearts,
His message this: "Never be afraid to be yourself,"
While society condemned him, the youth stood up for him,
Against all odds, they came to help him stand again,
For what is society without the people that defy it?
