Colour me human
Be her ambition
In world to imbue,
With exacting will
Wants vibrant hue,
Says ‘tis reflection
Of colours be true,
In shades held free
Save colour of blue,
Wouldst imply sad
Begs colour renew,
In the colour of life
Be the colour of you…
So colour me please
That I hypothesize,
To accept with ease
I’ll find empathize,
Fading life shades
May not so apprise,
We’ll soon turn blue
In a dank shady haze,
Not colour you chose
To best colour me too!
‘Tis a fitting guise
This hyphenated world,
Of hyphenated people
Barely joined together,
By shortest of lines
Save desperate times,
If but to stay alive
Until next apprise,
Holds indefinite man
That we may not survive,
Yet when discord subsides
Thus wanting to encage
He’ll once more fractionize,
By manipulating wage…
In a language to divide
That largely means create
A hyphenated bide,
For a trusting populace
Heedless of words unwise,
Hence fixed to engage
By a language brigade,
Who finds spread confusion
Among the lesser wise,
Hence maximized demand
To maintain the disguise,
Of a hyphenated man
Who powers world divides!
“under the guise of friendship,
he betrayed them”
Poetry on a canapé 