An Equal Tie

A silent message in the dark of night.

But what's the product? Maybe to instil fear, fright?

Is it the colour of my skin, the wrong body I was born in or some alleged mortal sin? 

Hate can't be selective, you must hate them all. And yet we grow stronger, we won't fall.

What's this sign in reference to?

It's not a reference it needs to be about me and you.

By King M. Rakic