Blood permeated the snow,
Manifesting grief to bestow.
Articulating to the people a tragedy
Heavier than even gravity.
The wizened, elderly woman lay slack,
Eyes open, staring endlessly, snow upon her back.
A small bible peeked from under her hands;
She had not listened to their demands.
She had spoken for those abused,
Attacked by the church that confused,
The purpose it originated upon with hate,
Preaching they'd never get to the gate.
Now I might not believe in God,
But let this portray to you;
People who stick up for the different,
Are often put to death too.
Understand that it takes a great deal,
To unwrite a person's beliefs;
And it is a journey
We must be ready to meet.
Those who have grown with hateful laws,
Often fear persecution from others;
In the process they turn away
Their godly sisters and brothers.
We must be patient,
But know when enough is enough;
We must endeavor to understand,
To not be too rough.
