Throngs snake through the street,
the church their destination.
They'll bury him today.
A foreign dignitary? A prominent political figure?
And the throngs turn the corner,
step onto the sidewalk.
They'll bury him today.
A slain policeman? A fireman taken in the line of duty?
And the throngs make their way
up to the steps of the church.
They'll bury him today.
A rock star? A famous movie actor?
And the throngs enter the church
Where the casket stands.
And they'll bury him today.
He was teased.
He was bullied.
He was eleven years old.
He hanged himself.
And they buried him today.
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http://livesteez.com/news/read...Bu...icide/1835.html
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