Death Is a Whiteman
Death is a whiteman!
A whiteman without a face,
blends well with the sun.
A deadly sniper in the day
strikes from a distance.
Death is a blackman!
A blackman without a shadow,
sneaks up on unsuspecting victims.
He resides in the dark night
and vanishes with the rising sun.
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