THE COLOR OF BLACK.
Blackness comes slowly with the night.
Each moment filled with hurt and pain.
Some monsters move in the dark.
They have sharp teeth that bite,
Burning cigarettes that leave a mark,
And rough hands that tear the skin.
Ugly words can wound the heart.
Betrayal destroys, “what might have been.”
Still men deny, that evil can exist:
That killing isn’t part of man’s desire,
Angry words are only said in jest.
No man beats a woman with his fist.
When he cheats, it is always for the best.
Every man deserves to have a gun.
He fails to see the damage it can do
Yet, the violence has been done.
I know Light can exist in darkness.
It gives men the courage to walk
The path of least resistance
Filled with love and service..
It is with God’s assistance
That men can come together
To meet each others needs
And respect their creeds.