#WritcoPoemPrompt9
A stolen morsel more precious than gold,
A stolen shirt to keep out the cold,
There is no price to hunger,
There is no price to shelter,
There is no price to kindness
There is no cost for kindness
Yet we still have colour Blindness
He's white, he's black
Who taught you this racial cruelness
Gracious! I just hope this will end
We'll not Pretend but live as friends

© Philz