The Colour Of A Face

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The colour of a face,
The darkness of a place,
Staring from behind,
I am the one you find,
I crash to the ground, and pray,
You take my breath away,
It’s me today, him tomorrow,
You do not stop and have no sorrow,
Let the men and women march,
Down the avenue, under the arch,
The world is my witness,
And must not be speechless,
In the name of a colour,
To respect and honour,
Not let this evil fungus spread,
How many dead,
Until you realise,
The depth of our demise,
It might be me, it was not you,
Think it through and through,
Take heed of protests, my friend,
This is not the end.