God's Crayon Box

  Red, brown and peach colored crayons

making war over nothing

 Brown can't mix with peach, you say.

''I know dad,'' I've heard this all before.

  Scowling faces, cradled in hate.

  Guns and fistfights,

 leaving crayons broken everyday.

  Can all the peach

 and brown hued crayons

weep for their sons

 and daughters

 or moms and dads

together, maybe? Some day?

Yes? No.

Not likely.

Maybe.

If you like my poetry, then you'll love my YA novelette about a boy named Edgar who sleeps in a coffin and just doesn't fit in at his Elementary School!

http://www.amazon.com/Bizarre-Life-Edgar-Strange-ebook/dp/B00O6O8U3U/ref=tmm_kin_swatch_0?_encoding=UTF8&sr=&qid=