Darkness Poem by Rima Kane

It was red
Very bright
Flowing freely
It could be seen everywhere
A waterfall of red
because of the darkness,
not of the night,
but of his skin

Over and over
the beating continues
They say, 'He's not like us'
because of the darkness,
not of the night,
but of his skin

The laughter continues
they say, 'He's not human'
because of the darkness,
not of the night,
but of his skin

The beating has stopped
The laughter has subsided
The blood has dried
Silence abounds
except for the sound
of his labored breathing...

The breathing has stopped
Totally silent
Totally still
One more victim
because of the darkness,
not of the night,
but of his skin

(2000)