Clear As Clear
Submerged within a sea of Green
From gray to gray be go.
Insisting gray is better,
When neither of us grow.
The grey is mean and full of screams
With simulated snow…
Surely, we can do better than
The recommended moans.
The Blue and Green divide themselves
Much like the White and Black.
If only gray would pick a side;
Discernment does it lack.
The Blue and Green reveal the truth
About the present day.
If only we could simply see
There’s nothing in the gray.
This poem is about:
Our world