Black and white I saw,
as I approached the window.

Limping as a dying husk,
away from the prejudiced law
that murdered “desolates” willy nilly
for fathoming such is horrific.

Two forced choices came now:
continue entertaining their lil’ humours
or steal their game myself.

Either way, time’s runnin’ out.

{I was brought here by @jayna reblogging this and didn’t knew this existed. Maybe the fifty-worders can expand operations here as well...}