Poetry and writings for 2020

The death of color

The Death of Color
By Lisa Noe

Another man fell to his death today,
How many does it make? Or did they say?

What did he do? One lady shouts.
Take a picture so it leaves no doubt.

one by one their hate concealed,
'till their ugliness is revealed.

They’re falling like rain with no reason why,
Tell me why these men should die?

It must hurt to be judged by hate,
Both black and white, God did create.

Pray for peace among us all,
Or our nation will surely fall.