living is a confusing time
being one can be crime
as the insults began to invade
Happiness began to fade
Minds were tortured and pressured with comments
ones were changed, who run for rights
Little hope, no confidence
hopelessness prevailed, when the words got out of their mind
war came to an end, society can ruin many
At the end you’ve got freedom,
nightmares and pain remain, and losses can not be repaired
Yet changes are meant to be made