• The "Death" of a Boy Named Paul

    A Protest Song For The Targeted Today by, R. J. Olsen



    There is a tree that you can walk by,
    Decorated with flowers and candles.
    Twas there a young boy died,
    He was what the others couldn't handle.

    Paul Thomas Clay was in love with a boy name John.
    They were happy as can be.
    But when his dear boy was taken by a bomb,
    Livin' was what Paul failed to see.

    He lived here in that house,
    Oh, yes, his name was Paul Thomas Clay.
    He was 'worded' to death, scared as a mouse,
    He was beaten for being gay.

    Now although he endured hardly any physical pain,
    Those words that were called to him were beyond nice.
    Those words he was called drove him insane,
    Skeptics hearts are cold as ice.

    And although Paul still lives in this old house, he really isn't "there",
    He's nothing but an empty shell,
    He can only sit and stare.
    He wishes to be away from this hell.

    This death that I utter is no physical death,
    For that doesn't happen to all.
    No, his pain was made internally,
    For he was forced to stop and fall.

    Though he screamed to the heavens,
    "Why do this to me?"
    He knew inside that peaceful he couldn't be.
    For the others that were viewing him,
    Would always fail to see.
    Would always fail to see the beauty,
    Which was Paul.

    And the love that he once was showing all
    Is gone.

    Though he screamed to the heavens,
    "Why do this to me?"
    He knew inside that peaceful he couldn't be.
    For the others that were viewing him,
    Would always fail to see.
    Would always fail to see the beauty,
    Which was Paul.

    The End.