hand in hand they walk
scorned by all
their heads held high
whispers and pointing
threats to make them want to die
mothers hands upon children's "frail" eyes
voices speaking softly,
but meant to be heard
eyes filled with hate
others with shame
each kept their distance,
as though,
they were a contagious disease
meant to be caught
they paid not any attention,
only tightened the grip,
on the others hand