What About Hell?

Only a mother

Could love this face

And a perfect world

Is one without limits of race.

Color outside the box

Or inside the lines

In a child’s dreams

There are no crimes

Innocence is a lie

And death is the truth

Life has a verdict

Guilty: without proof

Take cover from the storm

That’s about to break

People never give

But they always take

Hell is a place

Below the ground

A place without sight

Taste touch or sound

But wouldn’t that be better

Then the way we live now?

There would be no questions

Of why, when, or how?