Poem by my daughter on current race riots in the US

Hues of now

Modern days, 

slipped away…

In the heed of being heard.

Violet turns to, shades of grey, 

Black and white — is this our world?

Spirits lifted, 

of man and his role,

to demolish any hope,

Another may withhold.

Tints and tones,

turn, to sticks and bones,

to devour what remains,

Of the prey. 

Dark as the mind,

of those won and lost,

Their breathless words,

Carry us forth.

by Avya Gupta, 14 years