Colors must be


Why else

Would people

Paint with them

Or have a favorite

Or hate someone because

They’re not the

Right one?

Why else

Would people

Who can’t see them

Wish to see,

And people who do

Wish to be blind?

Colors are

Something beautiful

And something ugly

All in the

Same package;

They can be


And meaningless

All at once.

People care so much

About his color

And her color

And their color

That they just

Can’t see the


In colors.

This poem is about: 
Our world


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