Red, Yellow, Black, and White are all the same
Monsters which gnash their teeth beneath the moon.
Clawing in darkness to give it a name
Growling, howling, existing out of tune.
Lost in the void, their voices call out shades.
By some coincidence they share the hate
Then signal their alarms to grab their spades,
Cursed to be unable to emancipate.
“Oh, please creature don’t you dig your own grave,”
The blind and blissful man had dared to speak
“Close your eyes and come out of your mind’s cave
Open your hearts to the love you truly seek.”
The blank canvas cries: “Seeing is but lies-
I am already colored in their eyes.”