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''The colors of man are colorless--''
The colors of man are colorless: white,
black, yellow, or red makes no difference
in the life-and-death crush of existence
that shocks, rocks its might; but is wrong, not right!
Invisible, like stealth it comes like night
and day refreshed, like a deliverance
about to break in two intolerance,
it's hubris' ugly bite, ignorance's height.
It looks right, has the slight appearance of
air and sheer light splashed soft and wet like dew,
like grace distilled then purified with love,
vision, spirit and clear sight in hearts anew;
white or black, red or gold, colors remove
when colors swirl and blend into one hue.