Your Face
I will always remember your face
You were my very first case
A vision in pearls and lace
You had beauty and grace
Your killer vanished without a trace
In your bag we found a can of mace
You could have sprayed him in the face
But he crept up at a stealthy pace
A vile, cowardly disgrace
I wish we caught him in the chase
Again and again your steps I retrace
No robbery or struggle took place
Was the motive wrong colour and race?
As always wrong time, wrong place.
Copyright © Mubarika Sami | Year Posted 2018
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