Camouflage
BLACK coat with a black scarf.
A black street with a black spot of gum.
A black cat CROSSING.
A black wall, a black man posing against it
Black on black CRIME.
CAMOUFLAGE is the name of the game.
It hit the fan.
It stinks the same.
Black cop walking the beat.
Camouflage, hidden from the scheme of things.
Somebody got hit by a car while crossing the street.
A sheet covers his dreams.
No contrast just blending in
The angry heat melts the black tar.
Maybe it'll be just another rainy day,
And the BLOOD is washed away.
SIGHTLESS eyes walk on by.
BUT......
SOMEBODY DIED ON THIS BLACK
SUMMER NIGHT
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