Darkness

The Black man
Was on the ground.
Knife well planted
In his back.
    The White guy  nearby,
      Blood on hands, looking around.
      ''He fell on the knife'' said he.
      The cops were nor sure, debated,
       Possibly  ready to agree.
Confusion they hated.
Knife in back for one,
Blood on hands  for the other.
White guy good, Black guy bad, obviously.
Deep in thoughts,
Their musings they pooled,
And in the end, suicide they ruled.