"the black mark"

Bruised, battered, and dead,
many die, many lie.
So often little is said,
though we all decide.

We choose to ignore,
We look the other way.
Yet it happens ever more,
and grows everyday.

Childhood lost,
happiness gone.
Too high a cost,
but what can be done?

We kill the offender?
Quick exit, much haste.
We slap their bruised wrist?
Too little, too late.

Goodness is grown,
it must be shown how.
We make it well known,
that evil fuels now.

We must put a stop.
End the black, grab the white.
Grow us a crop,
full of good, full of light.