Black and White

This ain't black and white.

This ain't right

This ain't right

They shout confused, 

confined behind the lines.

What's it gonna be, press?

It's printed in black and white.

But there was RED.

Now someone's dead

and there's no answers

because nobody asked the questions

except for the ones who go unheard.

Poetry Slam: 

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