Color me

Color me simple, color me kind, color me sweet, colors me Time. Blacks-and-whites suspended in gray and all of the other colors are washed away.

We recognize red symbolizing blood flowing through Nations. We recognize blue from the injustices of some lawless caretakers.

We recognize white arms; branding black iron, shooting copper colored lifelessness. We recognize crystal clear tears cried from mothers who weep, their seed no longer exist.

We recognize brown and yellows and orange and gold, but only for the landscape toiled and sold. So, many hues, shades and variations of color to be told.

Let us question “Colors” what do they all mean? If in the end, all the colors are destroyed by the color green.