​Scattered streets 

Bevy's of the same,  

Change seems like a void; hopeless 

Act as one and united 

is now among 

It walks through the streets accepted

in all different stocks and kinds

But hatred still stings the air,

lingering like an endless flied

Of sundry flowers 

Soaked in bleach 

They're all a number of varied species and colors

Yet get treated the same as one

So why not the people?