Poetry Thursday.....6

Black

Black is the color of a child’s eyes
When you hear their hurting cries
Black is the color of the street where a man was shot
But the suspect was never caught
Black is the color of the cat
That now sits where the old man sat
Black is the color of the crow on the gate
That waits when your friend is late
On the way they were killed
Onto the pavement their warm blood spilled
Black is the color of their coffin cart
But you will always remember them in your heart.