MAMA, MAKE THEM STOP!

Who will write my song
When I am long and gone
That I once was full of life
Why was it taken from me?

What crime did I commit?
Please mister, don't beat me any more.
Mama, please make them stop.

Sire, I am innocent;
I don't even know who you are.
Mama, make them stop...
Papa, is this a bad nightmare?

Mama, who will tell my story?
Papa, who will be left to care
That I once loved life,
But being different
Was the price I paid;
With my blood
And the smell of my own burning flesh.

Mama, why do I hang on this cross?
Papa, what have I done?
Was I the example for all to see
That mans hatred towards me
That being gay took my life?
Mama and Papa, please ask them why...

©Copyright March 17, 2002 by Ruby Alexandra Beloz

In loving memory of Mathew Shepard who died at the hands of hate