A Different Shade Of Black

Written by: Erin Nash

I could see the pain in her eyes
under a shade of black
I could see the hunger
in a tiny lonely shack.

You could see the burnt trees
in the darkest shade of black
you could see the violent wars
under continuous attack.

They could see every mask
on chosen people doing tasks
they could see the rungs of life
with no control over the knife.

We can see the shades of black
but we turn a blind eye
to see the truth so many lack
we just walk by.