Green, blue, yellow
The colors in the meadow
Feel like hope
The world can grow
Black, brown, red
Life on a burning bed
Goodbye hope
Where will we go?
It’s sunshine and rainbows and unicorns too
Ignoring all the work we have to do
Our great sphere is turning
Who cares if it’s burning?
Oops there’s some blood
Is it too much?
A few gain something
More lose their living
The colors are pretty
Red overtakes green
Our lust for life shifts to a murderous scene
But we’ll never say what we mean
Our lives just keep going
Like a story that won’t end
Every law feels like it’s closer to it
Till every piece of our life is suppressed
Colors and feelings and need
That’s how we define the world we feed
Till what’s left isn’t sublime
Destroying the world overtime
We see beauty and love and more
Everything opens a new door
But some things make them close slowly
Overtaken by greed for glory
All people are equal
But some more than others
Our world is peaceful
We’ll cover it in colors
Red comes from the blood
But it could mean love
Screw your eyes tight
Please see it right
Colors
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