A Ghost

Why isn’t a ghost black
If its deeds were dirty and it died from that
And have no spirit, soul or body left intact
To give it life to predict or forecast
Then how does it appear to the eyes as white
And demands that the whole world stand still
In its presence and fear it

If it cannot be felt, touched
Hugged or loved
Then why would God
Release it to haunt and scare
The ones that tried to
Save it when it once lived among all of us
 Wasn’t it once safe and free to approach
So it could be seen as it really was
A human being that doesn’t have
A reason to die and become a ghost
For everyone to notice them.