THE COLOR OF SAND
The Writer’s Cramp contest
He’s Got three colors in is hand,
One white, one black one the color of sand.
Blood is being shed, there is a fourth color it is red.
The news rattles out, they bitch, moan, and shout.
One man he knew prosperity, The other man suffered indignity.
While God brings forth a new day, We all can learn by his way.
Spread fourth your hands, we all need to take a stand.
My hope for the future is easy to see,
If I love you won’t you love me.