Yellow Tape

Fri, 04/11/2014 - 13:42 -- apaul

Change is in

the eye of the

beholder

 

But when blood

scars the skin

what is one to

believe?

 

As blood flows

from white iron gates

another young man

with potential extending

over palm trees

is dead

 

Roads without lines

are like fences with a lock

the barriers are hard to overcome

but when ink hits paper

achievement is optimistic

 

Eventually the face

in a black bag

will no longer represent

fear

 

When brothers band

to loosen bandanas of despair

to see each other as equal

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