Death Does Not Discriminate - Poem by Juan Olivarez
There's no racial profiling,
Where deaths involved.
He shows up smiling,
With the problem solved.
Yellow, or brown, white, or black,
Color doesn't mean a thing.
whether you live in a mansion, or in a shack,
You'll still hear the doorbell ring.
Death does not discriminate,
He takes everybody one and all.
Your name is written in his book of fate,
Sooner or later he will call.
12/8/10 Alton Texas
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