Haven't you seen it
yet
The white hair
drenched in paint
unwillingly released
gashing from a cut
onto the concrete

Haven't you heard it
yet
the white army clad black
lying their crimes away

Haven't you heard it
yet
heard how the white corrupted
souls blamed their thrill
on an old mans blunder

Haven't you felt it
yet
the anguish
The pretty white paint
being slowly peeled
off
a battle of brushes