Go wash your sheets,
Show your face like a man,
Which you wouldn't recognize,
If his any-color-but-hate whupped your chicken ass.
There's a dark band,
Way out at the edges of the light a prism casts,
But y'all eclipse worse than the Sun in August of 2017.
You shadows on the wall of Humanity,
Living in fear and hate.
Find some other planet to darken.
By: Daniel A. Stafford