Poems from bumblemore

Prejudice of Death
Death glides in on a wave of shadows. He stands silently, gazing o’er the crowd. There are Blacks, Whites, Asians, and more. The people are...
Death has no prejudice
Death glides in on a wave of shadows. He stands silently, gazing o’er the crowd. There are Blacks, Whites, Asians, and more. The people are...