Another beautiful, bright sunny day,
brilliant bright green leaves fill a tree.
There it was in that very same tree,
it was a person swinging in that beautiful tree.
Was it a him, a her, a they or them,
was it black, or Hispanic, or white.
Not that it really matters who was there,
what type of person is swinging in that beautiful tree.
See I shall let you know who is swinging in that beautiful tree,
even though it doesn't really matter, or shouldn't.
Will the person’s color or creed, make them,
make them less them or make them more them.
Shall you shed more or less tears, dependant,
dependant on there color, creed or culture.
I share this with you, not to make you,
make you wonder, sigh, or have an emotional explosion.
Although I do tell you to make you, well,
well to make you think, contrive or to contemplate.
These are not words meant to anger, incite a riot, or,
or to belittle the simpler of minds, see,
see that body swinging in that tree, it is,
it is not black, not Hispanic, not white, see
see these are not words , but hate, hatred towards all, because,
because there will never be a right answer, not
not for any question that has been asked, or raised, except,
except for the fact that all may rest easy, for,
for it is no gay or lesbian, no black or hispanic, no asian or white, for,
for that is me, yes me, just me swinging, in that beautiful tree,
that beautiful tree, on this beautiful day, now you,
you can rest easy, put your already stressed mind at ease, see, "sigh"
"sigh", for today, today, this day was my day to die.