His name was Jake,
such a beautiful boy, just another murder,
but I think not.
Legs broken with an iron pipe, face painted with make-up.
Groin stepped on with such force, you coulden't recognize it.
Blood under his nails,
an indication he fought back, but sadly lost the fierce fighting.
Three broken ribs,
Faggot, carved into his forehead,
as like a burned scarlet letter.
His skin, looked as if it was painted black and blue.
Can you imagine, walking into your lovers apartment,
to find him hanging there in his living room, naked and
swinging from the cord, wrapped around his neck.
Could you imagine, looking into his cold dead eyes
and seeing all the horrible things that had happened to him
so vividly it brings you to your knees.
Someone you loved, killed so savagely for the simple fact
that you loved him.
"Just another murder, these men did nothing wrong, no proof."
How could they?
He died in the most
brutal of ways,
and somehow, in the judge's judgemental eyes
it was his fault.
He brought it on.
80 hours of community service,
for persons life. A person I loved,
a person who was taken from me so
viciously and I will never feel his lips again.
Cruel men walking free, cruel men who will tell
all their friends how
"You know that faggot that got killed a couple of day age (he takes another drink of beer) "Yeah, I did it and I got away with it!!"
My love is in the ground, and
this man, still walks free,
for such a Savage Crime.
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