Whisper In The Night!

this world no longer black and white,
maybe it never should have been.
i've always seen colors, and shades,
hints and hues...

people have always been people.
different colors, different faiths,
different thoughts...
all sit down to eat!

love and shelter,
and a loaf of bread.
all whisper in the night,
to lovers and gods.

the sound of the whip
offensive to all!
the smell of sweat and blood,
the sound of bare human feet...

all whisper in the night,
to lovers and demons!

poem by Eric Cockrell
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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