Colour......Blind

Far across the distance,
with a baby she stood,
perplexed it was midnight,
to go home if she could.

Yellow beams on the highway,
she hid her face from the light,
stalled the car at her footsteps,
tears murked her sights.

Opened door then the stranger,
rain was pelting stones,
an offer to take her back where she belonged,
the little place she called her home.

"Dont worry you will be safe"
the stranger then uttered,
"Thank You" said the lady,
more than she spoke she stuttered.

And began the journey,
that would shatter her faith,
alter her mind a full circle,
definition of love and hate.

Stopped he at the drive-in,
and lighted a light,
brought her food so she could eat,
and feed the baby for the night.

Four crooks were watching,
gold chain that on her neck hung,
with a knife they approached her,
deep in flesh it stung.

Galloped forth the stranger,
made his way through the rain,
took the blows on his body,
not once his face showed pain.

Iron rod on the elbows,
metal wound on the thigh,
baseball bat on the head that drew,
a silent shrieky sigh.

Distant siren of police,
tires screeching through mud,
made their way to the stranger,
all soaked in crimson blood.

Trembling then the lady,
with the baby did see,
in a miniscule moment ,
the four crooks did flee.

And so thought the lady,
she was wrong all the while she thought right,
for the stranger that lay dead that night
was black the crooks were white.